#possible cute fluffy fic idea?

[eywaseclipse]

The realization that if Trudy lived she would’ve LOVED those Sully kids with her whole heart.

Her and Norm would’ve spoiled them rotten.

They would’ve undoubtedly taken a responsibility for Spider and looked after him at the lab with the other scientists.

I have no doubt in my mind Lo’ak would be her favorite!!

She’d give Tuk packs hubba bubba gum and have bubble blowing contests.

I feel like Kiri would love collecting rocks for her.

And Neteyam probably would’ve thought she was really pretty.

Neytiri and Jake would let the kids call her auntie Trudy 😭😭🩵🩵💔💔💔

[cece693]

tony stark x male reader who’s kinda shy and quiet but crazy good at math and science and all those equations. something fluffy and cute thank youuuuuuu

Brilliant (Tony Stark x M! Reader)

Announcement: for those who have been following my Velvet Ring trilogy fic, I've created an AO3 account where I intend to flesh out the story. Here's the link! Also, since I'm not smart myself, I didn't go in-depth about science and calculations, so forgive me :(

Tony Stark was many things: a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist—but being in a committed relationship? That wasn’t exactly the headline he wanted plastered all over the news. Not because he was ashamed—far from it—but because Tony had learned the hard way that the world had a way of ruining what mattered most. And you? You mattered more than anything.

You were everything Tony wasn’t—quiet, thoughtful, reserved. While Tony thrived in the spotlight, you thrived in the solace of your work, diving deep into equations and theories that would leave most people with a headache. You were a prodigy in your own right, a quiet storm of brilliance and ingenuity. The kind of man who didn’t seek recognition, only results. Tony couldn’t help but admire that about you—and, though he’d never admit it out loud, you kept him grounded in a way no one else could.

Tonight, you were sprawled out on the couch in your shared apartment, wearing a faded hoodie and sweatpants you’d stolen from Tony long ago. A notebook rested on your lap, filled with scribbled formulas and diagrams. The room was quiet, save for the occasional scratch of your pen against paper.

The sound of the front door opening broke your focus. Tony stepped inside, tie loosened and suit jacket draped over his arm. He looked tired, but his eyes lit up when they landed on you.

“Hey, handsome,” he greeted, his voice warm as he crossed the room. “What did I say about math after ten?”

You glanced up, rolling your eyes. “You said it’s a house rule. I said it’s not enforceable.”

Tony smirked, plucking the notebook from your hands before dropping it onto the coffee table. Sitting beside you, he wrapped one arm around your shoulders, your head tucked into the crook of his neck. “You were late,” you muttered, resting your head against his shoulder. “Everything okay?”

“Just the usual corporate nonsense,” Tony replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You know how it is—saving the world, keeping the board happy. Exhausting, really. I’m practically a saint.”

You huffed a quiet laugh, but instead of responding, your eyes kept flickering toward the discarded notebook on the table. After a moment, you shifted slightly in his hold, trying to reach for it. Tony groaned dramatically, tightening his grip.

“Oh, no, you don’t,” he said, pulling you closer. “I just got home, and you’re trying to ditch me for math? Do you have any idea how lonely I’ve been? I’ve been deprived of your presence all day, and this—” he gestured at the notebook—“is more important?”

You bit back a laugh, managing to wiggle out of his grasp. “I promise it'll be worth it."

Tony crossed his arms, slumping back against the couch like a sulking child. “Fine, but if I die from lack of cuddles and attention it's on you.”

Grabbing the notebook, you turned back to him, a small smile tugging at your lips. “You look fine. And for the record, this 'math' you're referring to is yours."

That caught his attention. His brows furrowed as he sat up straighter, his earlier theatrics forgotten. “Mine?”

You nodded, flipping open the notebook and holding it out to him. “You mentioned the other night that you were having issues with stabilizing the power output on the Iron Man suit. I’ve been working on it.”

Tony’s eyes scanned the pages, his expression softening with each line he read. Your neat handwriting detailed calculations, theories, and possible solutions. You’d even diagrammed potential fixes, complete with annotations on how they’d improve efficiency. “You’ve been working on this?” he asked, his voice quieter now. “For me?”

“Well, yeah,” you said, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal. “I know it’s been frustrating you, so I thought I’d try to help.”

For once, Tony Stark was speechless. His eyes flickered between you and the notebook, the weight of your gesture hitting him like a freight train. You’d spent your time—not for your own research or projects, but to solve one of his problems. It wasn’t just the effort or the brilliance of your work—it was the care behind it, the way you always seemed to go out of your way to make his life a little easier.

Tony set the notebook aside, reaching for you instead. His hands cupped your face, his gaze warm and filled with an emotion he rarely let himself feel this deeply. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice thick with gratitude. “I don’t deserve you.”

Before you could respond, his lips were on yours, soft and full of affection. It wasn’t the usual teasing kiss he’d steal when he was being playful—it was deeper, more vulnerable. A silent thank you, a promise that he’d never take you for granted. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and he smiled. “You’re too good to me.”

You laughed softly, your hands resting on his chest. “You’re worth it, Stark. Even if you are a little dramatic sometimes.” Tony chuckled, pulling you into another kiss, his heart full and his mind already spinning with ideas. If this was what it felt like to be loved by you, then he never wanted to let it go.

[alasthegeese]

reid x reader fluffy fic where they’re at readers place on the couch after a case and get to talking about relationships and love - reader can’t believe spencer has trouble dating because he’s attractive and maybe spencer is confused as to why reader isn’t in relationships with men like derek etc

a heart full of yearning (i just don’t know it yet) spencer reid x reader

summary:

during a repose from a case, reader asks about spencer’s relationship status. spencer gets insecure and has questions of his own.

tags: pre-relationship, fluff, probably incredibly awkward, lots of hand holding, possibly unrealistic long dialogue, maybe rushed ending?, oneshot, use of y/n (one time), there may be grammatical issues

a/n: omg this sounds so cute, hello??? i hope i do you justice, this is my very first request and my first complete fanfic / oneshot that i’ve done in a while. i changed the plot a little, but i hope it still suits your tastes, anon <3 P.S. the hands are meant only for aesthetic, they are not meant to depict the race or size of the reader. special thanks to @lesbianvampirefanatic for helping me with the ending <3

It’s silent.

Not the trapping, anxious filled kind. The kind of silence you would expect after a case as grim as the one that we were taking a break from for the night. It was just a comfortable silence, only ever being interrupted with a small sip of tea or the wind pushing against the window that was beside the couch we were sitting on.

I should really get that prepared. Maybe the next day, or the day after.

Most definitely did not tell myself that a week ago. Totally not.

A cough interrupts me from thoughts of reading into silence and of needing to repair a broken window that most likely won’t be repaired until it’s falling off of its hinges. Setting my cup of tea down on the table beside me, I look up and stare at Spencer.

Oh no. Now my thoughts are full of doe eyed deer and of the need to run my fingers through his hair. Maybe even braiding the front of his hair in a cute little braid.

Shaking the thoughts away, I hum a soft, “Yes?”

Spencer pauses for a moment, then breaches into what he was planning to say, “You were acting as if me not being in a relationship is, objectively speaking, like if I were trying to explain how unicorns are an existing species. I don’t understand how it’s to that level of surprising. I am not that attractive, especially if compared to other guys,” he finishes quietly but assuredly, as if this is some statistic that was studied for years and proven to be true.

I grab onto his hands, his eyes widen for a moment then soften. I take a deep breath, preparing for the rant I am about to do, then start.

“Look, I have no idea where that root of insecurity came from, but that cannot be the furthest thing from the truth. You’re genuinely one of the most attractive men I have ever met, let alone person. You have the most beautiful of hair, do you know how many people most likely have looked at it and longed to have even one touch? Those eyes, too, they’re the most softest of browns,” I let out, maybe a tad too quickly as I feel myself lacking air. I give myself time for the much needed air and to examine Spencer’s face.

I pause, removing my hands from his.

His face looks as if its frozen in place, his lips parted and eyes wide yet again. Should I be worried of the amount of times Spencer’s eyes went wide? No, not the time.

“You think I’m attractive?” Spencer questions, awe evident in his tone of voice, which completely derails my thoughts.

It feels incredibly warm, uncomfortably so.

Glancing away, I never noticed how interesting a couch’s texture could be, I argue, “I mean, of course, anyone with eyes could tell.”

Spencer chuckled nervously, looking at me as if he was looking at me for the first time. He hesitantly moves even closer to me, waiting for any notice of me being uncomfortable. Whatever I did must have answered his question, as the next thing I know my hands are intertwined within his again.

“Then should I bring up how you confuse me just as much?” he inquires, smiling softly.

Gazing at him quizzically, I reply, “I confuse you?”

Spencer’s lips lift a little. “Well, for one, you could be spending time with any man in the world right now. Those even better than me, take Morgan for example,” he trails off, his irises looking away from me.

Well. That won’t do.

“Morgan is an amazing person, do not get me wrong, but why would I rather hang out with him when you’re right in front of me? He doesn’t give me random facts or statistics, he doesn’t give long rants of things that I would have never noticed without you pointing it out,” I waver, “He isn’t you. You’re amazing in your own right, and I would never even think of ever replacing that,” I finish, letting my eyes map out his reaction.

Spencer’s face is pink, his pupils dilated. His mouth opens and closes, before finally being able to form words.

“You-” his voice cracks, which makes him instantly pause for a moment. He squeezes his eyes shut, most likely from embarrassment. I wish I could tell him that it’s adorable, but I don’t want to interrupt and make him lose the confidence to finish his sentence.

“You really think that?” he stresses.

I smile warmly at him, squeezing his hands before responding, “Of course I do, Spencer. I cherish you.”

Relaxing, he airily answers, “Me too. I cherish you, that is.”

We look fixedly at each other for a moment, our brains processing the discussion.

Opening my mouth to continue the conversation, a sharp ringing popped the peaceful bubble that had surrounded us.

It was coming from Spencer’s phone.

There’s a vexed look in his eyes before he’s pulling away and grabbing his phone from his pocket, “Hello?”

I tone him out after that, trying to fully wrap my head around what just happened. What would have happened if we weren’t interrupted? Would the bubble that had surround us gotten even smaller?

“Hey, Y/N? That was Hotch. There’s been a new report with the case, he’s said that it’s important we all gather together,” Spencer announces gently, cutting me away from bubble filled what ifs.

“Right, of course. We should get ready to head out, yeah?” I suggest, feeling caught even though there’s nothing to even be caught with.

Ignoring the warm feeling in my stomach, I haul myself up from the couch.

[hitomisuzuya]

Hi Suzu, how are you?

Could I request a fluff fic with reverse isekai and harbinger! scaramouche please :)

harbinger!scaramouche x fem!reader. fluffy fluff fluff. reverse isekai.

i know my fluff doesn't hit as well because i know that's not why you guys are really here, but, i enjoy writing fluff so 😊

scaramouche wasn't an idiot. once he'd discovered that the stars in teyvat were fake, he got to thinking. the idea of the stars had to come from somewhere else. the second he mysteriously arrived in your world, he sure got his answer.

your world's stars have to be the blueprint for teyvat's stars.

that wasn't the curious thing though. the curious thing was you. at first, you were just a means to an end. somewhere to stay until he adjusted to your world and then he would dip.

or so he thought.

he totally didn't expect this world to deal him a hand of cards in his favor. you sure are strange to him. you are well versed for some reason about where he has come from, so he didn't really have to explain anything to you.

once you got over the shock of him actually being here right in front of you, it didn't take him long for him to figure out that you are really, really in love with him. which stretched his ego in ways you couldn't possibly imagine.

so sue him if he used that to his advantage. it was sweet how often you dote on him.

needless to say, thanks to you, it was incredibly easy for him to adjust. your worlds mechanics are more similar to teyvat's than he thought.

as you would like to say, scaramouche was soaking up reality tv like a sponge. the overblown drama was the funniest thing in the world to him. and 95% of the time, these people did it to themselves. and he got to sit back and watch it all without even lifting a finger.

"i wish i could've taken you to a harbinger banquet. the drama that can be stirred up is just as good as this," he has probably what you would describe as a shit eating smirk on his face as he watched this woman cry about one guy she likes not returning her affection because she slept with his best friend.

scaramouche struggles to understand sentiment sometimes. this woman was waxing on about how she couldn't stop thinking about the guy she realizes she has more feelings for. about she even thought about him at night while she fell asleep. but she was losing sleep because she always was thinking about him.

"what is this shrew even talking about?" he scoffs, "she talks in a tone like all woman are like this. you either think about him while you fall asleep or you don't. how is she losing sleep thinking about him then?" he glances over at you, and immediately grits his teeth.

why did you have to look so cute right now?

you are having a delayed reaction of sorts. oh you heard every word he said, but you are still processing something he said before his rant. you had a soft, happy smile on your face while you fidget with your fingers. 'i can't believe he just said that to me. he said he wishes he could take me to a harbinger banquet. that would make it kind of like a date, right? should i bring it up later? or-'

"did you even hear a word i said?" scaramouche's voice cuts right through your pounding heart in your ears, and your racing thoughts.

"i think she is being truthful, at least in that respect," you reply, quickly trying to gather yourself. things have been very hard for you lately to say the least.

you enjoy actually being able to dote on scaramouche in ways you thought you never would've been able to. he is a fictional character, this shouldn't be possible. but sometimes you can barely handle being in his presence. it really reminds you of how in love with him you really are. he just flusters you so much.

and it shows all over your face.

scaramouche's eyes widen for a moment. what was with you? you usually made fun of these people with him. but there was something about your voice that sounds different now. like you relate to what she said a lot. "oh?" he raises his eyebrow in indication for you to continue.

"mhm, i do think she is being truthful," boy, did you know what she was talking about. "i have lost so many hours of sleep thinking about you. what she meant by losing sleep is she tosses and turns in bed thinking some kind of activity will force her to stop thinking about him, but it doesn't work. she can only think about him while her tossing and turning keeps her from sleeping," once you start talking however, you can't seem to stop.

"i have lost so much sleep doing exactly that. there is not one girl, no scratch that. there not one person on this earth that doesn't have someone they lose sleep thinking about like that," you took a breath to steady yourself, very firm on standing your ground. any second you knew scaramouche was going to cut in so you have to quick.

"for god's sake, i barely sleep knowing you are in the room next to mine. especially when i know i would.." you trail off in a fit of shy. you can barely bring yourself to finish what you are saying.

that you knew you would sleep so much better if you could be curled up next to him.

scaramouche snorts, and taps his index finger on your lips. "i hear you up at night, you know," he teased, smirking as your eyes widen for a moment as the blush on your cheeks darkens.

"huh? you do? i tried to be as quiet as possible. the last thing i wanted to do was disturb you," how?! you worked so hard to stay quiet at night.

"it's not disturbing me. i just have extra sensitive hearing," you couldn't help but smile a little bit at his response. it was his bristly way of reassuring you. this is why you are so interesting. you just confessed to being in love with him without actually saying it. it feels strangely...nice to him when he has these moments with you.

"since you humans are fragile enough to need sleep, i will sleep in the same bed as you so that you can sleep. i am not opposed to it," he glares at you, daring you to protest.

"you aren't?" you reply with shy hesitation that he quite frankly found adorable.

"i don't like being in debt to people. so consider that as repaying my debt you," things would've been a lot harder for him without you. and it didn't even make sense to him that you stay in a separate room at night.

"you are such a man, scara. and i mean they in the best way," you reply, smiling at him. it startles scaramouche how much he has been anticipating your smiles lately. you usually look away shyly at moments like this. and he was glad you didn't.

oh please, go on. he knows how great he is.

"let's watch these people implode themselves more," he clears his throat and unpauses the tv. he didn't even realize he automatically did it when you started talking. he glances at you and sighs.

you seem unsure of what to do now. you kept giving him side glances, looking at him for some sort of guidance. he realizes he can genuinely get used to the feeling of you depending on him for once.

sighing, he put his arm around you, bringing your head to rest on his chest. he mimics breathing for you to relax

[redr0sewrites]

🌼 A/n: keigo somno fic based on the poll hehe

🌼 Cw: somno, dry humping, groping, previously discussed consent, afab reader

🌼 top dividers/bottom divider

he misses you.

all Keigo could think about as he flew home was you. from your sweet smile and soft embrace to your tight cunt and pretty moans, all he wanted was to be near to you- be with you. he'd been swamped with hero work, and he was so needy for you, both emotionally and sexually. finally, after three weeks of barely seeing you, he'd gotten tomorrow and the next day off, and was planning to spend all of his free time with you.

he slips inside of his luxurious skyline apartment through the window, mot even bothering to waste time with the door. Keigo is quiet, creeping through your home as he sheds his hero gear. he peers into your bedroom, and his heart flutters at the sight of you, curled up and asleep on top of your king sized bed. fluffy pillows engulf your form, and the large comforter conceals the lower half of your body from him. he changes into his sleep clothes as quietly as possible, before approaching you.

you were curled up on his side of the bed, face buried in his pillow. you were wearing his favorite pajama set, a cute two piece consisting of a comfy, baggy top and cute little shorts that only just reach midthigh. your hair was done up to be kept out of your face as you slept, but a few rebellious whisps lay across your forehead. he brushes the tiny hairs away with a steady hand before cupping your cheek and kissing your forehead. the sight of you sleeping so peacefully while waiting for him was making him feel all fluttery inside, and a perverse idea was forming in his mind.

Keigo wanted you so deeply, and his cock twitches in his pants at the thought of taking you in your sleep. he struggles with his morality, not wanting to disrupt your peaceful sleep, but blood rushes to his dick all the same at the thought of indulging himself. you both had discussed the possibility before a while ago, with you clearly stating that not only would you not mind, you'd even find it hot if he did so. and yet, he had never found the opportunity, more often than not you were awake when he came home, and when you weren't, he was always too exhausted to do anything and only wanted to cuddle.

the specifics don't matter much to him anymore as he slips into bed behind you, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. he slides your back against his chest, the curve of your ass fitting snuggly against his now semi-hard cock. you hum softly in your sleep but don't wake as he wraps his arms around your waist, pushing you back against him and groping at your tits. slowly but surely, a warm hand creeps up beneath your soft tee to cup your chest, and he squeezes appreciatively. only them does he realize the shirt you're wearing is one of his own, and a low moan slips out through gritted teeth at the realization. he swiftly finds your nipple and begins to tease, circling the sensitive bud with his finger and flicking it slowly, marveling in the way it hardens beneath his touch.

you shift in your sleep and he hisses as your ass grinds so nicely against his length. Keigo splays his free hand out across your tummy, holding you in place as he continues his ministrations on your chest. the tips of his fingers splay beneath the waistband of your shorts, just reaching the curls of your tiny happy trail. the friction beneath the pads of his fingers makes him shudder in anticipation, and Keigo pushes you back against him witb more force. his caressing of your chest has long since transitioned to full on groping, and each stroke of his skilled fingers against your breasts causes you to squirm in your sleep, effectively grinding back against him and only serving to arouse him more.

"ffuck- y'see what you do t'me, baby? need you s'bad" Keigo groans, pulling the waistband of his sweatpants down to free the tip of his cock. his length twitches against your ass, the only separation between you two being your shorts and undergarments. Keigo continues pawing at your chest while rutting against your back, pleasure clouding his mind as precum drools from his aching tip.

in the back of his mind, he's vaguely aware of you whining in your sleep, but his impending release makes his brain all white n fuzzy as he buries his head in the back of your neck with a pitiful whine, too focused on his own pleasure to even realize you were stirring.

"m'- s'close-" he's whining, rolling his hips impatiently and smearing his precum across your lower back as his cock begs for release. he presses you back against him and, coinciding with a few rough and messy thrusts, cums fast and hard. he moans unashamedly, wings shuddering and cock twitching as his orgasm washes over him like a tidal wave. meanwhile you, still having a sensual, lovely dream, ease back into his touch, your breathing evening out as you continue to remain blissfully unaware of Keigo's perverse actions. you even let out a soft, content hum as he grinds himself against you one last time, your dreams filled with the sound of his moans and the feeling of his hands on you.

Keigo stays laying still for quite a while, dick flaccid and pressed against you as he catches his breath. softly but swiftly he pulls away from you, but not before pressing a gentle, tender kiss to your temple.

"thanks baby," he murmurs huskily, gaze softening as you coo in your sleep at his gentle touch. he heads to the bathroom and wets a towel, and makes quick work of wiping up the mess he left on your back and shorts. the entire time, you barely stir, only once mumbling his name with a huff when he gave your ass an appreciative squeeze. once his mess is all cleaned up, Keigo joins you in bed, sliding in behind you as your body slots perfectly against his.

"goodnight darling," he mumbles, eyelids already heavy with sleep. "love you s'much."

it is IMPOSSIBLE for me to write keigo smut without making it at least a little bit fluffy :((( he's genuinely just. a very sweet guy idk i think he'd be sooooo careful when having sex w u and yea while its fun to imagine him being super dom at times he's literally just ur baby like i think he's a lot more into ur pleasure than his own. anyways tldr when u wake up in the morning he cooks u breakfast AND gives u head

[hazashiovo]

Oo can you do one abt domestic moments with Korra, Kuvira, Mako and Bolin? I feel like it’d be very cute and fluffy

Anything for u 🫵

One of the many domestic moments you have together, is reading while snuggled up on the couch or the bed in your shared room.

Kuvira would have one arm wrapped around your shoulder while holding a book about Earth Kingdom. Your head comfortably pressed on her chest listening to her beating heart while she reads to you in a soft spoken voice.

Of course you pay attention to what she reads,but it doesn't mean you take your eyes off her beautifully sculpted face, analyzing the expression she makes when reading certain sentences.

Like I mentioned in my previous Bolin fic, he's the type to cook for you. And on certain occasions the two of you find yourself in the kitchen.

Whether what you prepare is dinner,or breakfast it's something you cling into.

Sometimes when you get home ,Bolin is halfway cooking something so you just decide to join.

Music would echo through the kitchen while you're skillfully chopping some vegetables for your chosen dinner.

Hit with a surge of affection, Bolin would sneak behind you slightly moving his body with the music, placing his hands around your waist and leaving small kisses on the back of your neck, making you giggle quietly. A smile placed on both of your lips.

Long comfortable conversations about your future and past, ideas on life and possible theories.

Mako would say his part,how he imagined his life when he was little and what he achieved so far. Memories from his childhood would surface to you, bringing a smile on your face.

And you would ask theoretical questions,like if you would be together in every universe,or if things would go different,would you still be togheter? Would you ever even meet?

He would ease your minds by giving you a kiss on the forehead,then out of nowhere would tickle attack you, making you unable to breath trough your histerical laughter.

(I forgot Abt Korra 😭)

Spirit world is the place we're the two of you are most at peace.

Both sprawled on the soft grass staring at the sky, trying to figure out what forms each cloud has it's a great couple activity.

Korra would stay with her head on your belly pointing at the sky, claiming she saw a sky bison cloud.

You would chuckle,and tell her that they're actually two bisons. Just like you two are here, maybe they have a cute little bison family.

Who knows.

[ilwonuu]

you wants skz thoughts and man do I have some.

first of all Chan is the biggest fucking much istg. He'd get so pussy drunk and would be dedicated to eating you out. He couldn't start his day without it. Somnophilia ofc with consent so he could wake you up by eating you out and making you cum on his tongue over and over again. it's gotta be his favorite thing ever, eating you out, clawing at your thighs while he held them open from crushing his head when you came. Your juices all over his face and he'd truly act like he was drunk after.

Han is the horniest man alive istg. He'd also be a major munch and a ton of people see him as submissive but no no no. He'd be all cute and sweet but it's an illusion bc he'd be so aggressive as he ruined you, bred you, etc. His stamina is in another league bc he'd have you crying after cumming on his face multiple times and his dick. Overstimulation to the max and he'd tease you sweetly, bully you in the sweetest voice. Choking kink for sure, his hands are so pretty and decorated with rings as he chokes you. he's messy and he loves sex to be as messy as possible. Spit, tears, make you squirt, etc.

omg yes these are both such good ideas!!! im getting too the han part next so look out for that!!! thank you for your request. I HOPE U ENJOY!!

so good. hans part | here

꩜ bang chan

✮⋆˙ paring- pussydrunk!chan x fem reader

✮⋆˙ warnings- needy chan, consented somnophilia, cum eating, dirty talk, sweet bf chan, needy!reader, kinda meandom!chan (just a tad he��s mostly sweet), lmk what else omg

✮⋆˙ a/n- please feel free to send requests/ smutty & fluffy thoughts im writing all my requests. btw just hit 400 followers!!! (THANK YOU SO MUCH I WILL CRY .) i love u all many fics coming soon!!!

your touch deprived boyfriend buried between your thighs as soon as he wakes up. he loves the whines you start to make as you wake up.

he tongue licks harder against you as he watches you fall apart on his tongue pulling away slightly.

he replaces his tongue with his fingers to whisper dirty things to you. “thinking about you all night. fuck you take it so well don’t you. you love this don’t you?” he smirks speeding up his fingers groaning again.

“fuck i need to taste you some more.” his mouth is immediately sucking against your clit. you are moaning his name as he watches your face.

his dick twitching in his sweatpants. his tongue starting to fuck into you at a fast pace.

“chan- fuck i’m gonna cum.” your legs trying so shut on his face from the feeling being too much. “no baby keep them fucking open.” he smirks at you as he receives a shaky moan from you.

he groans into your pussy as response. not breaking eye contact with you as he fucks you on his tongue until you cum for him. after licking up your messy pussy immediately kissing your lips.

“taste so good huh baby? fuck you did so good.” you nod kissing him again. “please fuck me chan i can take it.” he shakes his head.

“no baby not just yet. you can cum on my tongue a few more times right baby.” you begin to nod at his questioning words. “yea? good girl. spread your pretty legs. just like that. gonna taste so fucking good. can do this for hours.”

his final words leaving his mouth before he is diving back in to devouring your pussy.

[yanderes-galore]

... I caved, okay? It's just... I'm a sucker for cute animals and horror... I had to write for the hound whom I pity so much. Obviously this is an AU. I mention the normal monster form but I also mention the cartoon form... yet I made an AU where Smiling Critters can swap between a smaller plush/cartoon form to their Bigger Bodies Initiative form. Why? Why not.

Maybe I'll do Catnap, I haven't decided, been a bit since I've done a fic that's not a request. This is pure brainrot and written at 1-2 AM. Expect mistakes. I just had to get the idea down.

Keep in mind as I write this I realized that you might as well just make this a separate AU from canon. These are still experiments but CatNap is probably not... Theo. Idk, letting 2 AM creativity flow created an AU for the cute stuffed animals so... enjoy?

☀️Yandere DogDay Concept☀️

🐶(My Version)🐶

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Fear of abandonment, CatNap has hurt DogDay in the past, Gore implied, Manipulation, Clingy behavior, Blood mention, Forced companionship.

Ah yes, DogDay, the leader of the Smiling Critters.

How I plan to write the Smiling Critters is this...

Each critter has a plush/cartoon form they can wander in.

They are small, maybe going up to about the waist of an adult.

But all critters also have a Bigger Bodies form/monster form.

Which is the form we can see DogDay and CatNap take in chases within Poppy Playtime.

(For those who know my blog you'll notice similarities to my FNAF Fluffy/Stuffy AU and my BATIM Bendy fics)

There's many ways you could meet the orange dog.

But for now... I just want to discuss how I'd write DogDay to get the ideas down.

In his smaller cartoon form he is like a living plushy to you.

He fits snuggly in your arms, a bright smile on his face with a sun collar dangling from his neck.

When you hug him you smell the calming scent of vanilla... a scent that seems to calm your worries with ease.

DogDay would act like a best friend to you.

The dog plush would follow you around, acting like a way to ease your anxiety.

If you were ever anxious or scared... DogDay crawls in your lap with a wagging tail.

His smell and soft fur puts you at ease....

In fact, describing him like this makes him seem like some sort of "service dog" (service plush?).

DogDay is technically still a living being in this form.

He still has blood despite being a living toy.

Which makes him warm to the touch when you hold him.

The smaller form of DogDay is obviously a loyal companion, very similar to a real dog.

Then there's his bigger version... he takes on a more monstrous form but even then still seems to be friendly.

He has a deeper voice and often calls you his "Angel" or "Best Friend".

In this form he still is very attentive to the needs of his new friend.

Especially if he's been left alone for way too long.

Even more so if CatNap decided to torment him like in canon.

In his bigger form he is more capable of scooping you up.

I imagine he still retains his vanilla scent?

In his monster form he probably still has it... but it's mixed with a musky scent.

Imagine if DogDay was left all alone in Playcare like in canon.

All of his friends are gone... CatNap has gone insane... in fact he may even have injuries by CatNap.

But then you show up and pick up the wounded plush.

You hold him close... he feels your warmth...

He gets attached...

Now you have a clingy dog plush following you everywhere.

DogDay is not the violent type.

However, he would do anything to protect you.

He's overprotective, especially if he has been abandoned.

He fears the idea of losing you which leads to him clinging to you.

You may be scared... you may not even like his monster form... but he's still your best friend, Angel!

You may try to run from him once you see his "true" form.

Yet he prevents it... grabbing you tightly and pressing you into his chest.

No matter his form... he still has that vanilla scent.

A scent that makes you relax... one that makes you go limp...

DogDay means no harm.

After all, CatNap could just gas you and force the affection out of you.

DogDay, even if he is in poor condition due to CatNap (legs or not), wants to be your guide.

He often swaps to plush form and monster form.

If he notices you're anxious he does whatever he can to prevent it.

DogDay would always be by your side.

He doesn't care if CatNap tears off his legs... or if blood and dirt stains his orange fur...

He wants to make you smile.

The monster form is most certainly used to either protect you or keep you beside DogDay.

For the most part he prefers to be in plush form with you.

He hates scaring you.

He definitely is receptive to pets like a dog... his tail wagging wildly when you stroke his fur.

DogDay is overly clingy and easily excited.

I wouldn't doubt it if you tossed something and said Fetch, he'd give chase.

He isn't too bad of a yandere.

He's clingy due to a fear of abandonment and overprotective... but surely that's understandable, right?

He just fears the idea of you seeing him feast on other toys...

He feels a hunger deep inside him but doesn't give in.

But if anyone attacked you... he may be unable to help himself.

If DogDay ever accidentally scared you he is quick to apologize and tries to appeal to you.

Blood? Around his mouth and on his paws? No... no things are okay!

See? See? He's just a cute plush dog!

Don't leave him.

PLEASE DON'T LEAVE HIM...!

If you ever tried to abandon the living toy, he won't allow it.

He'll swap to monster form and scoop you into his furry body.

Your nose is assaulted by the smell of musk... dirt... blood...

Vanilla.

It's always that dreaded smell that haunts you... a smell that should be so calming...

Vanilla.

DogDay would hold you close to him... even if you think of him as a monster.

You should see him as a friend... he'd never hurt you!

He'd desperately try to calm you down with his scent and furry hold.

He's covered in blood... but he isn't heartless, is he!?

He's protecting you...

He's helping you...

He's caring for you...

He's yours... and you're his!

You can't abandon him, Angel...

In his eyes, you're his best friend!

Even as you struggle against him he pulls you tighter against him....

It's his job to soothe your anxiety... just breathe in his vanilla scent and relax into his fur...

He can't bear to let go of his new Best Friend...

He can't bear to see his Angel go....

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「 ✦ All to Myself ✦ 」 Bungo Stray Dogs, Port Mafia: Ryūnosuke Akutagawa

A/N: aku won the poll! thank you everyone who voted and everyone who has been so supportive of me and my fics ♡ after writing this little ~drabble~ about what it would be like sleeping soundly next to aku, of course i just had to follow it up with some soft smut, too hehe. if you voted for atsushi, don't worry – i'm prolly going to write one for him next!

genre: f!reader, established relationship + virginity loss, fluffy smut!

content warning: MDNI! mentions of aku’s childhood trauma. bj, virginity loss (aku), brief blood mention (back scratching), a teeny bit of possessiveness, unprotected sex THIS IS MAD RISKY IRL JSYK, tons of reassurance, validation + validation seeking, and lots of saying "i love you" 🥹

summary: on a cold, february night, a night like every other night in this kill-or-be-killed world, fingers are reaching for fingers clumsily, pondering the meaning of the word safety and wondering if it’s possible to find it in another person.

“you’re making a really cute face right now, ryū,” you giggle, poking at your boyfriend’s cheek. boyfriend – the idea of it was still so foreign to you and him both. you never thought that akutagawa would end up confessing his feelings to you – let alone having feelings for you in the first place. ryūnosuke was short-tempered and, as you quickly came to know as a civilian, feared. however, your friendship with gin had brought you close to him and now, here you two were, perhaps against all odds.

ryū's cheeks flush at your compliment; he paws your hands away from his face, still not used to your casual touch. his eyebrows furrow; his nose scrunches. “don’t mock me,” he mutters, averting your gaze awkwardly as he moves his weight away from you. then, a quiet smile settles on his lips as he steals a glance at you from the corner of his eyes. your face lights up in response – there’s that tiny crack of tenderness, a secret kept just between you two. it makes warmth spread all over you, then all over him.

tonight is a cold night, a night like every other night in this kill-or-be-killed world. somewhere in a slum not far off from yokohama, there is a family of orphan children sleeping in a slum. on a suicide mission about a mile east from akutagawa’s apartment, a group of port mafia executives are breathing their last breath. in the alleyway just around the corner, there is a man with a gun pressed to his temple.

but on this cold, february night, a night like every other night in this kill-or-be-killed world, akutagawa and you are inside – sitting on a mattress that has barely been slept on, fingers reaching for fingers clumsily, pondering the meaning of the word safety and wondering if it’s possible to find it in another person.

“can i… kiss you?” the request is so simple, but so special. affection is such a strange thing like that. akutagawa’s eyes widen, as though he’s bewildered by his own words, surprised that he's made such a request in the first place. but it’s too late to take back the words now – not that he wants to, anyway.

you’re both inept, fumbling to get closer to each other. shaky hands reach for your waist as you crawl into his lap, making him shift at the sudden closeness. it’s not your first time kissing someone, and you’re by no means a virgin, but akutagawa and you have never even cuddled, let alone been this intimate together. you feel timid fingers awkwardly stroking your hair, then his lips hesitantly brushing against yours. for the first time, ryūnosuke has no idea what he’s doing, and there’s no hiding it – there’s an intense heat radiating throughout his body and a clamminess in his hands, which he simply doesn’t know where to put, every time your lips meet. when he feels the soft, wetness of your tongue caressing his, he pulls back, an ashamed look on his face. “i… sorry.”

“you’re making that cute face again…” your voice is gentle, caring. you don't mean to tease him, yet a wave of embarrassment rushes through him. he looks away, absolutely frustrated with his inexperience and the way that you see right through him. he feels so incompetent. he’s just about ready to protest, but before he can, you plant a kiss on his cheek, giving him yet another reason to blush. “it’s okay, just let me show you,” you coo, threading your fingers through his. “just trust me. okay, ryū?”

he looks at you and nods sheepishly, letting you guide his hands back onto your hips. tilting your head to the side, you bring your lips to his once more. it’s a passionate kiss – long, languid, full of tenderness. this time, when you sweep your tongue into his mouth, he lets you in willingly, sinking deeper into your kiss, his fingers grasping the fabric of your blouse tighter. when you finally pull back, akutagawa’s cheeks are pink to the tips of his ears, making you giggle as he slowly lets go of you. “mhm, that was much better…” you hum in approval, playing with the hands that are laying in your lap.

your touch has always been different from what he's used to – you're kind, forgiving. you are the embodiment of what he's spent his life convincing himself is a weakness, yet you've proven to him that it's your greatest strength. he nods at you, an almost serious look on his face like he's memorizing your movements, then he leans in for another kiss – you feel his fingers meshing through your hair as he brings you closer. he’s gentle with his hands as he weaves them carefully through the strands, cautious not to snag or tangle them as he tucks them behind your ear.

then, to your surprise, you feel his lips elsewhere – the heat on his mouth on your neck, his soft breath traversing down your skin as he traces a line to your collarbone. “is it okay?” his voice holds nothing but compassion – a forbidden trace of humanity in akutagawa that he spent his life unlearning for the sake of survival – a speck of vulnerability that proves you're not you're not so different from him, after all. he crumbles, shatters under you. you nod in response and guide him to your shoulder, unbuttoning your blouse.

“ryū…” his name forms on your lips before you even have the chance to think it, but it’s only natural now – “do you love me?”

your words catch him off-guard. of all the things you could ask him, he never would have expected this – yet, just as you, he finds that he already knows the answer and that all he has to do is confirm it. “yes.” it’s a quiet response, uttered like a secret, as though if someone were to discover the truth, it would mean certain death for the two of you. then, he meets your gaze waveringly, suddenly realizing that he’s exposed his hand without knowing your own response. “do you love me back?”

there’s no denying it in the way you touch him, taking his cheek in your hand as you plant a soft kiss to his soft, waiting lips. “i love you. i always will.” – those words he’s never heard that make his hands tremble. he reaches for you – and for once in his life, he feels what he’s been yearning for is falling perfectly into his fingertips. the scent of your lavendar shampoo, lingering in the tendrils of your hair; the softness of your skin against his lips; the quiet sounds of your gasp when his teeth graze your neck – he wants all of it –

– is it really okay for him to have it?

can he have you like this? –

he’s unbuttoning the rest of your blouse now, trailing gentle kisses down your chest. clumsy hands struggle to unclasp your bra before palming and squeezing at the swell of your breasts, cherishing the experience of feeling another human being’s naked skin for the very first time. you gasp as he thumbs over your hardened nipples, then you feel the wetness of his mouth exploring the exposed skin with slow flicks of his tongue. his wandering hands feel up the sides of your body, eager to burn your shape into his memory. he doesn’t have to say that you’re beautiful – his eyes tell you so as he gazes at you hazily through thick lashes, exploring every part of you attentively. “ryū–” you moan out, your voice a whisper. “can i touch you, too?”

nodding, ryūnosuke undoes his shirt and slacks while you finish undressing. slipping the now-unbuttoned shirt down his toned shoulders, his body tenses at his complete vulnerability. the thought of being unclothed without rashōmon at his disposal is terrifying. “we don’t have to,” you reassure him, bringing your lips to the back of his hand. “you don’t have to give me anything.”

“– but i want to.”

he interrupts you quickly, embarrassed at the sheer neediness in his voice and appalled by how easy it must be to read him right now. “i want you to touch me.” he looks away, embarrassed – there's no one in the world that he trusts more than you. then, gulping, he steadies his voice, finally meets your gaze determinedly. “i don’t want anyone else but you to touch me – will you touch me?”

you nod, then you seek him.

he grows in the palm of your hand. it's the first time he's ever felt the touch of someone other than himself, and his eyes watch you carefully, timidly – the way that those slender fingers of yours curl around the base and stroke him. your touch feels so different than his own. your movements are slow and intentional, so unlike the way he touches himself when he’s just trying to finish himself off in a hurry.

your gaze is hot on him, and he feels his cheeks burning under your scrutiny – and oh, wow, your hand is so small and so soft – and it feels so good wrapped around him like this. his breath is stuck in his throat; stifling a sound as you palm the wet tip, he watches as your finger collects a string of precum leaking at the slit. then, a muffled noise escapes him as he feels a wetness teasing at him – is that your tongue? wait... is he moaning right now?

he gasps, eyes widening as he realizes what’s happening – the gorgeous sight of you on your knees for him, in between his legs. you’re kissing the inside of his thigh, your hand still firm around him, and then your mouth is full of him, and he’s stammering out your name relentlessly. he’s out of breath, fingers threading through your hair, petting your head as you suck him off. “– a-ah… feels… good…” he's shocked at how vocal he is and wants to hide his face out of embarrassment, so he lets his head fall back and covers his eyes with his arm, hoping you won't see the sort of face he might be making for you.

then, you feel him reach for your breasts once more, molding them to the shape of his hands, before he tugs you into his lap, pulling you into another deep kiss. “can i have you?” he asks. there’s a hint of desperation in his voice. ryūnosuke is staring into your eyes seriously now, a certain urgency reflected in those dark, blackened irises of his, as though he’s afraid you’ll disappear before his eyes and might vanish into dust, as though this is some false reality. murmuring a soft ‘always’ in affirmation, you feel him press his mouth to your skin once more and litter your neck and shoulders with kisses, hands traversing across your skin like he can’t get enough of your body, craving to memorize every morsel of you.

“i love you,” he whispers, voice faltering as he meets your gaze. he melts into nothingness against your open mouth, pouring himself into your kisses, and soon, he grows hungry. his movements become more aggressive, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, carving craters into the dips in your skin. you feel him mark you, his teeth scraping your neck slightly as he sucks harshly on your tender skin, leaving behind splotches of pink and red. your fingers tangle in his black and silver hair as you bite back a moan at the pang of pain and pleasure intertwined – but your thoughts are filled with nothing but him as you chant in your head, i love you, i love you, i love you.

then, you ease him inside of you slowly, and you hear him moan softly into the crook of your shoulder and tighten his grip on your waist as you sink onto him completely. “nghh–...” the feeling of your wet warmth is too much to handle – he feels like he could cum any moment just from being inside of you. he never imagined that his first time would be raw – and that it would feel so, so good like this. you’re pulsing all around him, squeezing him so perfectly. with you gripping him so sweetly, he can every single one of your movements – each agonizing throb of your aching core. it’s like nothing he’s ever experienced before.

what if he doesn’t last long? just the thought of it makes him feel so embarrassed and ashamed of himself – but as you lay a kiss on the protrusion of his cheekbone, looking at him with those kind, compassionate eyes, he’s reminded that there’s nothing he has to prove to you right now. he blushes, cheeks turning red, then brushes his lips against yours again. “it’s okay, you can go slow if you want,” you whisper in his ear, as though you've read his mind.

his movements are awkward, just as you’d expect from someone with no experience, but you guide him until his thrusts are steady. “is… is it okay? am i… doing okay?” ryū asks anxiously. there’s that incredibly cute, worried expression on his face again, that face that he makes when words fail him and confidence escapes him. his cheeks are flushed with heat as he looks up at you, waiting to hear your validation.

"don't worry so much," you murmur, caressing his cheek with your thumb. "you don't have to hold back with me, ryū. i want to make you feel good, okay?

i love you."

you feel akutagawa's weight shift on top of you. then, those eyes – eyes that echo your own emotions, eyes that are baring everything, are peering at you yearningly. in the sliver of moonlight peeking through his bedroom curtains, you can see all of him now – pale skin reflecting the silver glow of the sky, raised scars on his body that immortalize a traumatic past, bruises from pushing himself past the point of redemption in training. this is no hellhound – this boy is distinctively human; and these are the markings to prove it.

"i love you, too," he says breathlessly, in a voice as earnest as your own, "i love you so much."

he buries himself inside of you once more, pleasuring in the warmth of your walls and the way that your body grips him. there is no need to hide tonight from each other tonight, not when it's just the two of you in this room. as you wrap your legs around him, you feel his pelvis meet yours in slow, deliberate strokes. he focuses his attention on you completely. he's so beautiful, so loving – and you wonder what good you might have done in a past life time to be loved so tenderly by this man. allowing yourself to be swept into the tide of hips, you moan out his name as his pace quickens – as he pushes himself into you deeper, closer, until you're clinging onto him, your fingers burrowing into his shoulders. "ryū... you feel really good, ryū…”

the way that you coo for him makes his eyes widen –

"say it again. my name. please.

tell me i make you feel good. i need to hear it again..."

and you'll say it again – as many times as he wants. his name spills out of your lips like a broken dam and you overflow, mouthing 'i love you' over and over into the crease of his jaw as your nails rake across his back, piercing flesh and pricking blood.

"i... i own you now... you belong to me – you're mine, okay? only mine," he tells you, gazing into your eyes longingly, desperate to have the words repeated back to him.

but of course you’re his – you’ve only ever been his. “yours, ryū,” you whisper back, reaching up to stroke his cheek with your thumb, and for just a moment you could swear there’s tears about to well up in his disbelieving eyes. “i’m all yours – i’ll always be yours.”

tonight, it is cold, february night in yokohama. it is like any other night in this kill-or-be-killed world –

– except tonight, ryūnosuke and you are inside his apartment, sheltered from the cruelty of the outside world. your fingers are interlocked as you hold one another tightly, in the most intimate of ways – and for the first time in ryū's life, he feels his trembling hands become still, his breath become steady, his heartbeat slow.

outside, there's a drizzle of rain that's begun to prickle at the window panels in the shadows of his darkening room. somewhere in the slums, just at the outskirts of yokohama, there is a boy that looks like him, who knows nothing but suffering, who owns nothing at all, who has no one at all.

but tonight, none of that matters –

tonight, all that matters is this man in front of you, who is pulling you tight against his chest, and that soft voice rustling in your ear, whispering, "i'm yours, too. i'm all yours."

author ps: eeeek i hope i did ok!!! wc was a bit higher than usual b/c i really do love aku, so i'm a little nervous T_T i really did enjoy writing this one, so i hope that you also like it and that i did aku justice. also, if anyone is interested in being added to a future taglist, please let me know and i’ll set one up!

© BSDAWGZ 2024. Do not steal or repost ANY of my works! That’s plagiarism, and it’s mean. :(( Beautiful dividers by @ v6que~!

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Can I get a cute domestic night w/ kess?

I'm not sure if I like this idea but here it is anyway! Big requests/full fic/big idea requests are closed at the moment but drabble and prompt requests are still open. Writing Masterlist

You're on drying duty, Michael on washing up. It's the sort of routine you've fallen into, something that happens every evening that Michael's not on a roadie. Music playing over the Alexa, some random shuffled playlist that combines your tastes in music into one mashup of songs. Half of which don't match or fit each other, but they work for the two of you.

You dry the plates because Michael knows that you hate when you touch wet food or bits from plates and bowls, that it makes you squeamish and overstimulated. Michael washes the dishes because he doesn't really mind, doesn't care if his hands get wet or if he touches something wet.

It's the sort of soft quietness, the sort domestic routine that's everyday but never ceases to make you appreciate your relationship with Michael. How easy things are. How he passes you plates and bowls at a rate that matches you're drying up, how neither of you need to really speak at all because it simply works. It's the sort of domesticity, the sort of routine you miss whenever he's on a roadie, how suddenly you have to do both washing and drying. How the playlist suddenly makes you notice Michael's absence and even the hoodies you steal make you melancholy.

But when Michael's here? It's easy. It's easy in the way he always puts away the stuff on the higher shelves, the glasses and mugs, while you put the plates and bowls away. In the way Michael offers to take the rubbish out to the bins while you wipe down the counters in socked feet.

It's cold out and Michael almost trips on his slides as he tries to put the rubbish in the bin as quickly as possible. When he finally gets back to the door of the kitchen he can't help but stop in the doorway, the cold feeling becoming a mere faint niggling thought at the back of his mind because you're sliding around the kitchen in your fluffy socks.

He can't help the goofy grin that stretches across his lips as he watches you. You're dancing around the kitchen to some song on the playlist that he doesn't know the name of, feet sliding in your fluffy socks, hands holding a disinfectant spray and a cloth as you wipe down the sides as you move.

He's quiet as he closes the back door, leaning back against it just to watch you. The way you start singing along, off key but full of the sort of joy that makes it sound better. How you take extra care on a spot that seems to be stubborn by the stove...fuck, it's the sort of stuff he misses when he's away. Those moments that are so normal, so simple but they're you and him, in your shared home, making a life together.

You're enjoying yourself, waiting for Michael to get back, singing along to a new song you added to the playlist. Well, you're enjoying yourself until your foot slips in your fluffy socks, too slippery against the tile floor, letting out a screech as you start to pitch backwards, arms cartwheeling around to try to gain your balance. The cloth and the spray bottle go flying as you let them go on instinct.

But sturdy arms are around you within a split second, a warm chest against your back as Michael slips behind you to catch you before you can fall more than a few inches.

"Can't leave you alone for five minutes, baby..." He's slipping his arms through and underneath yours, lifting you back to your feet with a sort of ease that would frustrate you if it wasn't so attractive.

"You're stupid floor is slippy..." You grumble and pout even as you turn to face him, letting his hands slip around your hips and pull you into his chest. Michael grins down at you like you're the funniest person on earth, fingers digging into your hips like it's hard not to draw you closer.

"You mean our stupid floor, angel. You live here or did you move out while I was gone?" You're adorable, the way your cheeks puff out as you pout at him, his hoodie making you look cosy and warm. He can't help but tease you because he can, because he gets to see you like this and spend time with you like this...

"I'm living with Tuna now, I was going to leave a note." Your pout is false, the sort of clearly fake act of being upset with him that tells him you're teasing him as much as he's teasing you and he can't help it. He's goofy at the best of times but you bring an extra level of ridiculous out in Michael, like a school boy trying to impress you all the time by making you laugh harder, smile wider.

He falls back to the floor, sprawling at your feet dramatically, hand to his forehead, eyes closed as if you're killing him, as if he's fainted at the suggestion that you're leaving him for Tuna.

"It's because I don't have a beard, right? I'll grow one for you, angel, promise, just don't go and live with Tuna, please!"

"Michael! Get up!" You laugh at him because it's hard to be serious when he's 6ft 5, sprawled across the floor looking like you've ended his world but still unable to hide his own smile.

"How can I when my girlfriend is leaving me for Tuna?" He opens one eye from where is forearm is dramatically, smile widening when he sees the way you grin and laugh, mission firmly accomplished.

"Okay, okay, i'm not leaving you for Tuna, I promise!"

"You promise?" He bounces to his feet so easily from laying on the ground that it's actually pretty impressive, suddenly towering over you, crowding you against the kitchen counter. He's had enough of laying on ground, of the space between the two of you. The tip of Michael's nose rubbing against your own.

"I promise."

"Good." Michael's mouth slants over yours, lips firm, but not harsh. The sort of kiss that you sigh into while your arms wrap around his neck to hold him as close to you as possible. The sort of kiss that you lose yourself into, barely noticing the stretch of your calves as you stand on your tip toes or or the fact that the counter edge is digging into your back because this is it. This is you and Michael and life together for the foreseeable future, hopefully forever.

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Utterly Devoted To You | Furina De Fontaine

Furina De Fontaine x Familiar GN!Reader

Warnings: Reader's just a bit obsessed with Furina/loves her just a bit too much to be considered healthy. Furina has a breakdown. Reader is implied to be a Kitsune Fox like Yae Miko and has, like, ceremonial tattoos ( although they're barely mentioned ) all over their body! Author has not played through Furina's Story Quest yet!

A/N: Here's the winner of the poll I started like last week! ..I have no idea how to end fics 😭 Sorry if it's awkward or anything. I literally haven't touch this draft since like last year when I posted it as an abandoned wip..

Knocks vibrate throughout the apartment. They start off soft with an intermittent rhythm only to become loud and incessant after a while without acknowledgement. The owner of the apartment—who had been so rudely awoken by the noise—arose from her bed with a sour look on her face. Her heterochromic, ocean-like eyes burning with fire as she scans her room for her slippers.

"Coming, coming! Gosh.." She shouts in a rather grumpy manner when the knocking continued. Understandably so. It was the middle of the night and someone, who clearly has no mind for other peoples' sleep, was banging on her door like some madman. Anyone in her shoes would've been furious.

Honestly, do people have no respect these days? To just disrupt someone's sleep without a care in the world.. What could possibly be so important?

After finally finding her slippers, Furina practically stomped out of her room, down her stairs, and up to her door. She was planning on giving whoever was on the other side a piece of her mind for waking her up and then go back to bed when she cooled down. As the door swings open and Furina is met with the perpetrator, however, all her anger is washed away like a seashell against a water current.

There, standing before her with their fluffy ears twitching eagerly atop their head and pastries in hand, was the Hydro Archon's—Furina's former companion—you.

"You finally answered, my lady!" You chirped, "I'm so glad! Hehe..~! For a second there I thought I had the wrong address!"

She was at a lost for words. Why were you here? And why did you seem so happy? After everything came to light and Fontaine found out she was a sham, she was sure she'd never see you again..

So why in the world are you standing at her doorstep?

"Y/n.." She mumbled out in disbelief, but you seemed rather pleased nonetheless. Your name always sounded so lovely whenever it came from her lips.

"May I come in, my lady?" You ask after a while of her staring at you as if she'd seen a ghost, "If not, I don't mind standing here."

"Oh! Uh- No! Come in!" What is she saying? She should be showing you away, not welcoming you in! "Sit wherever you'd like!" She continues anyway, stepping aside.

Obviously pleased, a sharp smile graces your face and you walked in without hesitation, marveling in awe at her home as if it was made of gold or something.

"This place is so cute! You've decorated well, my lady!" You praise and she has to resist visibly cringing in response to your praise. In all honesty, her place wasn't much to look at. In fact, the place was quite barren since she hadn't gotten around to decorating it yet.

"Thank you.." She forces out, avoiding your piercing gaze as it falls on her. She turns on her heel, showing her back to you as she slowly, hesitantly closes the door.

"So..uhm, what brings you here at this hour?" She finally asks after taking her sweet time locking her door before turning to you—silently gulping when she, once again, locks eyes with your slitted ones. Your eyes were always so intimidating to her even when she was playing house..

Or maybe she's only thinking that to spare the slither of ego she still has.

"I wanted to see you, of course!" You gleefully say. You looked so happy—so excited to see her again and here she stands, surprised, looking almost petrified at the sight of you..

She can barely force a smile onto her faces, but she manages. She almost positive of how crinkled it probably looks, but it'll have to do for now, "I see..so that's your reason.. Well, you've seen me now so you can go and—" "I stopped by Café Lutece earlier today."

"I ran my errands super early so that I had the time to get your favorite cake," A small sigh leaves your lips as you continue, "Unfortunately, by the time I got there all sixteen slices had already been sold out.. I should've expected that, though. After all, my lady has great taste in dessert so it's no wonder they always sell so fast."

You shake your head—your ears wiggling a tad as a result of your attempt at physically clearing your head, "Anyways I'm sorry I couldn't get your favorite cake, but I bought everything else you see here to make up for my blunder so I hope this can earn your forgiveness."

While you spoke, Furina's eyes darted downwards, eyeing the plethora of small boxes in your hand which she's only, somehow, now noticing. She stared at it until it grew so close that she went cross-eyed from the proximity and you dumped the heap of sweets into her arms.

She staggered for a moment as the newfound weight immediately swayed and she reach with one hand to catch the boxes that threatened to slip through her grasp and splatter all over the floor. It was only after she managed to steady herself that her eyes widened at the realization of the mere size of the pile.

This variety of sweets isn't at all small. There were so many that even she would take at least a few days to get through.. Just how much time and money did it take you to get all of this for her? Furina's heart sinks at the mere thought of you spending even a dime on her..

"H- Hey, how much was all of this exactly?" The question hesitantly—almost fearfully—escapes her. Your ears perk up and your rambling comes to an abrupt stop. Nevertheless, your face easily gives away how you feel towards the question; genuine confusion.

"Why the sudden ask, my lady? Whenever I used to buy you sweets before, you'd never care to ask about the prices.."

"Well, you of all people know that I'm not..y'know.." She couldn't even get the words out. To put it simply, the mere thought of the incident made her shudder from the shame of it all. In fact, everything was so embarrassing to think about that it makes her want to lock herself in this home for five hundred years. Not that she could live that long anymore, thank the archons above..

"Ah, I see.." You say, and for a second, sheepish relief washes over Furina like a nice, but cold morning shower as she thought you had connected the dots to what she couldn't bring herself to voice out loud.

She sighs, that awkward smile returning albeit a little smoother now, "Thank you for your—" "You can't possibly enjoy your sweets without your usual bubble bath and milk tea!"

Her smile crinkles again.

"I- No.. That's not—" "I apologize for my forgetfulness, my lady," Your ears press flat against your head like a sad little kitten.

"It seems our time apart has taken a toll on me.. I'll get to it right away to make up for my slip up," And you speed past her and up the stairs as if this was your home and you had walked the halls of it a bajillion times over. Furina could only reach her hand out to you as if wanting to grab you but couldn't, 'lest she wanted a heaping, sticky mess on her floors. She failed to call after you as well which ultimately left her standing there with her mouth agape longer than it should've been.

What..just happened? More importantly, why did she just let it happen? Yes, she has fallen from godhood, but has she lost her nerve as well? She could've ended this as quickly as it started by simply telling you to leave so why didn't she do just that?

All she had to do was tell you to leave and she could've truly put everything behind her. So why was she unable to do just that?

"My lady! Your bath is ready!" She hears your cheery yell from the top of the stairs. As if put under some spell, her previous thought is crushed into dust and blown away from her mind and out of her ears, replaced by a much simpler task; to take a nice, soothing bath that you had oh so graciously prepared for her.

Her feet move as if under a trance, her slippers treading across the wooden flooring and leaving small plaps and squeaks in their wake as she goes about setting the mountain of sweets on her lackluster dining table and going up the stairs where she's met with your toothy grin—that wonderful smile that has been bestowed upon her for centuries—that tells so many of the stories you have shared together in earnest.

How could one possibly turn it away? At the very least, she certainly couldn't, even when she was playing god.

"Thank you, Y/n. I'll be out in a little while," Her mouth moves before her brain can even think to say something differently. Your smile remains, widens even, and she finds her body slouching—relaxing—at the sight.

"Very well. I'll be setting things up downstairs for when you return. Please call me if anything is not to your liking, my lady," And with that, you bow your head to her and make your swift exit.

Furina sighs. It happened again. Why? Has she seriously been put under some kind of incantation caused by a simple quirk of your lips? She finds herself scowering her mind for the answer to that question as she sheds herself of her night garments and nears the tub—which had been filled to the brim with bubbles that shouldn't have been possible as she hadn't went and bought anything for her baths, or for anything else, in fact.

She steps into the water and immediately drops herself in, allowing herself to be enveloped by the pleasant smells as the bubbles cling to her skin.

The water was just the right temperature. Not scorching, but not lukewarm either; just how she liked it. A delighted exhale flutters from her lips on instinct as her head falls against the rim of the tub.

What is she doing? Everything has changed, so why is she indulging in pleasures of the past, why is she letting you service her, and most importantly, why are you so eager to please her still? Was it beacuse, archons forbid, you were trying to pretend nothing happened at all as a way to still cling onto your previous life as a servant to an all-powering god? No matter the reason, she needs you to come from behind those curtain of lies you tell yourself and face reality.

She needs to get you to wake up and smell the roses, otherwise neither you or her will be able to truly move on from your former lives..

Before she knew it, her mind had completely swallowed her and time had passed with her mindlessly soaking in the tub. By the time she realized it, the water had cooled to that lukewarm temperture she had such a strong distaste for, and all the bubbles had just about dispersed.

This was all proof of how much time had passed, but even with all of that, all she managed to accomplish was nearly fall asleep. And, when she was finally brought to the realization of that fact, she sat up and pulled herself out of the tub against her better judgement.

In the time it took her to dress herself in her new sleepwear—which was not much different from her previous garments—she had once again worked up the courage to try again. Deciding that when she goes downstairs, she'll set it to you straight, no hard feelings!

With that sudden confidence rising in her like a tidlewave and ultimately exuding from her being, she waltzed down the stairs. She swishes as she walks and passes through her living room, her mouth already open to say the first thing on her mind as she enters the kitchen..

..Only for that confidence to shatter like a glass mirror when her eyes lands on the spread of pastries you brought her splayed out in a neat assortment across her dining room table with you standing before it with that god-gifted smile of yours.

"My lady, you've returned!" You cross the small distance between you two quickly, your tattooed hands cupping around her bare ones. Trapping her in place and blocking her view from anything else other than the gorgeous swirl of your hues.

"It took some time, but I managed to set the table with all the desserts! I set it from the sweetest pastries to the more tone down ones just how you taught me!" As you spoke, you guided her to the table and set her down at the head, the only place you deemed worthy of her, "I also made your milk tea with extra honey and topped it with a swirl of vanilla cream just how I remembered it!"

Furina, now sat, was staring in a daze. Her face looked rather shocked, or I guess horrified and overwhelmed would be a more accurate description. It was an odd display. One that didn't escape your feline eyes.

"My lady.." You called and she jumps. Yes, she jumps at the mere call of your courteous title to her.

So you call her again, "My lady," You repeat. She doesn't jump this time and it has you believing that her startling reaction before was unrelated or simply your eyes playing tricks on you. It had to be, right? Surely it wasn't for a reason as ridiculous as she feared or was upset with you or something, right? Right.

"Do you not like the spread I prepared?" You asked softly, as if the mere thought had saddened you to a near breakdown, "Is this not satisfactory..?"

"No!" She yelped out like an automatic response. As if you were the former god and she was the servant. As if she was programmed to have some kind of auto pilot that will say anything to make a smile return to your marked face, "No, no! Heh.. E- Everything's fine! I mean-! Uh..i-it's excellent! Thank you!"

Your smile doesn't return and her anxiety turns into full-blown panic. Her mind kicks into overdrive as she thought, "Say something! Say something!" over and over and over again.

She has to say something to appease you. To put you at ease. You deserve that much after the embarrassment that was caused by her downfall. You deserve to be at peace after fighting tooth and nail to defend her in that trial. You deserve to smile after so long of appeasing and bending to this false god's every ridiculous whim!

"My lady," Her breathing stutters. She blinks, awestruck at the sudden lapse from reality, and it's only after that shock leaves her veins that she finally realizes how damp her cheeks had suddenly became and how blurry her vision had gotten.

She had started crying..right before you of all people. By the time that fact finally dawned on her, you had already pushed her chair back to make room for yourself at her feet and were wiping them away with a cloth..

"I- Y/n, I'm so.. I'm sorry.. I- I can't—" Pathetic. It truly was such a pathetic character she was protraying right now. Surely anyone in Fontaine- No, in all of Teyvat would agree if they saw her right now..

But you weren't anyone. At the face of her crystalline tears cascading down her face, you gently patted the cloth in your hand across her cheek and used your other hand to wipe the other side, fingers bent as you made the necessary precautions as to not nick her beautiful skin with your pointy nails.

"It's okay, my lady. Please don't apologize," You cooed, "And please, don't shed tears over me. I don't deserve such the honor."

You're right. You don't deserve her tears. You deserve so, so much more. You deserve to be covered in riches. To be spoiled and praised from Mondstadt to Snezhnaya. Not anything she has put you through..

"..After everything was over, I spent days in turmoil and anger. I lashed out at Monsieur Neuvilette, the Traveler, everyone and anyone who I thought was to blame for stripping you of your title and making you cry like this," You admitted, "Despite that, everyone still respected me and gave me the time to come to grips with reality..with you and your centuries-long lie."

She chokes, her hand coming up to cover her mouth only to immediately hide her entire face behind her hands; a futile attempt to hide herself from you.

She told a lie to the nation. She was aware of it and had come to live with that for so long. So why is it that she seemed to break down at you simply restating the obvious? Why is it that she couldn't bare the thought of you viewing her any differently than before when she was just fine with everyone else doing so?

..And why is it that you even wasted your time coming here and serving her like old times if you did view her in a different light like everyone else? Was this a way to mock her of her past performance? Was it because you were trying to get back at her for lying to your face and use you as some stage prop?

Apparently—surprisingly—it was none of that.

"In that time I spent locked away from the world and resenting it with all my being, my thoughts ran back to you in search of comfort. My mind took me back to the night you took me in and gave me the prestigious title as your familiar.. The day you gave me a purpose other than to hate the world so much that my flames of hatred would one day brun everything in Teyvat to ash.. I remember every feeling that coursed through my veins that night and it made me realize—"

"Stop!" She mustered up the strength to scream, "Stop.." She repeated, that strength having promptly left her and leaving her with nothing but mere crumbs of intensity to speak with, "Please..don't say anymore.. I don't want to hear it.."

"Why not, my lady?" You questioned as you used your strength to pry her hands away from her face as you waited for a response, which she gave eventually with her previous ferocity returning. ..Unfortunately, her weeps had made her fiery words come out damp, jumbled, and shaky..

"It's because I don't deserve it! I- I- I don't deserve your loyalty-! I don't deserve you or anything you give me! Not after.. N- Not after.. Not after all that I did! I— I.." Like blowing steam from a train, she quickly ran out of gas and was left puffing, sputtering, and whimpering like some novice actress who had forgotten her lines during the most emotional part of a play.

..But despite that, you still sat and watched her nonetheless. You listened and took in her every hiccup and blubber like some diehard fan. And, when her sorry performance came to an end, you even blessed her with the gift of your warm embrace.

You stayed like that, letting her sniffle and sob into your shoulder until her tears dried up and her throat was too raw to snivel out nonesense. It was a courtesy she didn't deserve yet you granted her regardless..

"After I had come to peace with eerything that had happened, I went to Palais Mermonia and talked to Monsieur Neuvilette where we both agreed that I should step down from my position as the Hydro Archon's Familiar and assistant of the ludex," You confessed, and you can tell by her sudden stiffness and that ghost of a gasp she let out that she was surprised. You found it such a cute reaction.

You knew that she wanted to question you, ridicule you—something that would make you realize how dumb that decision was, but after bleeding on stage, her throat was so sore that even the simplest of words felt like knives. You'll admit that you're partially thankful of that, especially since that meant you would be spared of any distateful words for a little while, especially after the words you said next..

"I love you, my lady," You told her, "I love you more than anything in this world and in a way a familiar shouldn't dare to feel about their master; that's what I realized during my break from the world. During the time I spent away from you.."

"I realized that not having you in my life would be more painful than any death sentence or punishment, and because of that, I grew selfish and I acted on my own..so.." You pull away and the remnants of her tears chase after you—an action she has to resist letting her entire body mimic. She watches you, her mismatch eyes widening like a desert platter when you bend your head until it makes contact with your crossed arms on her lap; a sight that would remind one of a devout follower pleading with their god.

"..Will you forgive my selfishness, allow me to indulge in this feeling, and pursue my desires?" You asked her in such a sweet tone that her heart—that had been clouded and choked by unease and trepidation—was coated in this sugary, tooth-rotting wisp that sent her heart into this feeling of sickening bliss..

And as a silent thank you for relieving her chest of the heavy feeling, she decided to put on her cracked mask and step back onto the ruined stage for just a moment and ask you in a quivering tone, "And what are those desires exactly?"

"To be by your side again," You replied immediately, "I showed you that I can still serve a be useful to you and it doesn't matter what I'd be to you either! Just allow me to bask in your presence for the rest of your mortal days, my lady. I'd do anything for that pleasure.."

"You shouldn't," Her voice was cracking so much that a broken mirror had paled in comparison. It hurt so much to speak right now, but she forced herself to talk anyways, just for you, "You're so much greater than me.."

"Not anymore," You retorted, looking up at her, "Now, I'm just a regular civilain of Fontaine just like you. I have no power, no status, nothing.. I gave all of that up without a second thought for you and I'd do it a million times over if you so wished."

She chuckled. Yes, chuckled at your words. There was no humor to be found, though, as she was she couldn't believe how ironic and absurd this all was; a formerly reserved kitsune who once bore a heart of stone and was incapable of understanding, feeling, or sympathize with the feelings and well being of those around them, who despised the world for merely existing in their presence..was now begging to be by her so that they could essentially experience internal bliss everyday for the next century if they're lucky.

She chuckled again at herself, this time out of disbelief of herself and how hot her face was getting because of that irony.

She truly was a horrible person. A liar. A fraud..and yet, you kneeled at her knees and begged her to allow you to spend the rest of your life—which she will no longer be able to live to see the end of—with her. It was such an insane ending to this play, one that would surely turn off many of the audience members—but she didn't mind it as much as she thought she would.

"Such a stubborn fox you are," She says as she ever so gently caresses the fluffy ear atop your head, feeling them twitch from sensitivity under her touch, "..But I suppose I'm mostly to blame for your behavior. After all, I taught you everything except how to give up when the situation calls for it.." She sighs.

"I..suppose that I wouldn't mind some company from a fellow civilain of Fontaine.." She croaked rather bashfully and your entire demeanor perked up.

"Thank you, my—!" "Before anything's set in stone though," She withdraws her hand to hold it up, further telling you to halt your celebration. You freeze as prompted and after seeing you do so, Furina finally continues..

"I have one last request—er, command to make to you," She says and you slowly nod along to her every word like a puppy patiently waiting for their next instruction.

Whatever she asked, you already told yourself you'd do, without question. If she wanted one hundred boxes of pastries by the time she woke up tommorow, you'd jump to it. If she asked you to stand on the top of the Opera Epiclese and profess to the world how much you loved and cherished her, you'd gladly adhere! Anything for her!

"You can't refer to me by 'my lady' from this point on."

..Huh? You blinked. She wanted you to..do that? Of all the things to ask for..and she wishes to discard the title she has earned and that you've been referring to her as for literal centuries?

"B- But, my- Lady Furina—" "Ah, ah, ah.." She cut off, albeit as softly as a flower petal falling onto someone's hair, "No honorifics or titles. You may only call me by name."

It was a simple request in hindsight, but would you be able to abide by it? To you, it was as if she asked you to defeat the Traveler and Monsieur Neuviellete simultaneously in battle while both of your hands were tied..

But it seems your fair lady had no sympathy about doing this to you, "So? What about it? If you can't do something as simple as that, I can't grant you the wish of remaining at my side," She egged on, and that gave just the right push for you to say, "No! I- I can do that for you, easy!"

"Then? Go on. Say my name," And she stared at you with that expectant gaze that brought you back to the same old times she wanted nothing more than to bury. It surely was a twist to her character.

"F.. My.. Miss F- Furina," You stammered, and odd enough, your face grew hot at hearing her name coated in your tone and voice, "..Would it be too much to ask to stay by your side?" By that point, you couldn't continue staring in her eyes and found comfort in burying your face in her thighs.

"Hmph.. I suppose that's good enough. We can always work on it," She said, "And I suppose that it wouldn't be too much trouble of a request.."

It took a moment, but your joy overcame your embarrassment and you lifted your head once again, flashing her the widest, toothiest smile she's ever seen on your face. If anyone else were to behold this sight, they'd truly dedicate hours of their busy day to paint it..or at least simply marvel at the sight of it. Though, as fatuous as it was, she found herself almost uncomfortable at the thought of you showing this smile to anyone other than her.

"Moving on from all of that.. Tommorow I'll have to seek someone out to rennovate this place," She said and your head tilts, your ears leaning.

"Why?" You asked, and to that, she gave you an equally confused look.

"Well, first off you have nowhere to sleep. Surely you wouldn't be fine with sleeping on my couch for a century.."

"But can't I just share a bed with you?" You questioned, and you watched as Furina's entire face and body became redder than strawberry jam.

"Excuse me?!" She shouted, "W- What do you take me for? Some harlot surely to suggest such a thing!"

You merely laugh, both at her sudden flustered appearance and the nostalgia her yelling brings to you. It's a shame Furina didn't seem feel that same rush.

"What's so funny?!" She asked, her eyes following you sharply as you stood up.

"You are," You answered honestly before turning on your heel, "Now, it is late so we should get to bed! I'll clean everything up tommorow morning when I come down to make breakfast."

"What do you— Hey! Don't just waltz around my house as if it's yours! A- At least shower first before laying on my bed! I just washed those sheets! Hey, are you listening, Y/n?!"

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[scarlethexelove]

Hi! Can I request a mommy!Natasha x little!reader fic. Like where little reader has become obsessed with babies and her baby doll, and begs her mommy for a real one, telling Nat that she wants a baby in her belly, and that mommy can be the baby daddy! Just some cute, possibly smutty, broody vibes. Nat thinks it’s cute as hell, picturing her girl with a baby bump, and would love to have a baby with her baby. Thank you!

Oh Baby

Pairing: Mommy!Natasha Romanoff x Little!Reader

Word Count: 825

Warnings: Fluffy, Allusions to sex, Allusions to Nat having a penis, I don't think there is really much more.

Pt 2

A/n: I didn't feel fully comfortable writing it smutty so I just kind of alluded to it. Just made it cute and fluffy. Sorry it is a little short but I hope it is good. I feel a bit iffy about my writing in this one.

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

Natasha watches as you cradle your doll in your arms a bottle held in your other hand bringing it to your doll's lips. She smiles watching how you care for your doll. You have been much more interested in your doll recently. Making sure you feed it, change its diaper, and have it nap with you. She had convinced Tony to make a doll similar to a Baby Alive doll for you. When she had given it to you she watched you being overjoyed. Immediately taking care of it and very well to Nat’s surprise. 

You’re soon bounding over to her with a smile on your face. Your doll securely in your arms. You hold it out for Nat which she takes. “Mommy not like that.” You lightly scold her when she holds the doll wrong. You crawl up on the couch where she is sitting and fix the way she is holding the doll in her arms. “I’m sorry bug. Thank you for showing Mommy how to hold your baby.” Nat says as you smile up at her. You put on a tv show for you, Nat, and the doll could watch, leaning your head on her shoulder as you watch.

Every once in a while you look down at the doll in Nat’s arm and then back up to her. A smile on your face as you mind forms an idea. “Mommy?” Your voice floats through the peaceful air. Nat looks down to you and smiles. “Yes baby?” You sit up off of her shoulder struggling to find the words that you want. Even though you have the idea it is hard for you to form the thought into words. Nat waits patiently for you to speak.

“Mommy want a baby.” You mumble. Natasha smiles at you. She has an idea of what you are saying but she wants to make sure. “Baby you have a baby.” She places the doll into your arms but you shake your head. “Want Mommy’s baby.” You set the doll down next to you carefully. You point to your stomach. “Want baby in tummy. Mommy can be Daddy.” 

Nat is a bit shocked by your words. She thought that is what you wanted but didn’t expect you to actually ask for it. She mulls over your words, a soft smile forming on her lips. “Are you sure bug? Babies are a lot of work.” She pokes your stomach as you giggle and squirm a little. You nod your head. “Yes Mommy. Want Mommy’s baby. Bug and Mommy take care.” 

Nat can’t help the widening smile. Your excitement rubbed off on her. Her mind wanders to the thoughts of you with a little baby bump. Starting a family with her little girl. How cute you would be with her baby inside of you. She wants nothing more to make you happy and give you everything you desire. She can give you what you want and have the family she has always wanted. 

“Pwease Mommy. Want baby.” Your words break Nat from her thoughts. You're bouncing on your legs next to her excitement evident. Her hand comes up cupping your cheek which you nuzzle into.”If my baby wants a baby Mommy will give it to her.” She then boops your nose, your face scrunching up. You squeak in excitement and throw your arms around her neck. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Your body is now in her lap bouncing. Her hands now on your hips as you bounce in excitement. You're bouncing now eliciting a groan from the woman under you. 

Nat kiss your lips and hold your hips still on top of hers. You still try to wiggle your hips just too excited to stop moving. “Mommy excited.” You say as your hips lightly bounce still. Feeling herself against you. “Yes mommy is excited.” She smiles at you, finally giving up on trying to keep you still. All she can do now is think about starting right now giving you exactly what you want. 

“Bug want to start now?” Nat asks you. You nod quickly. “Yes Mommy. Want now.” Your bouncing becomes more erratic which causes Nat to moan. She stands up which causes you to wrap your legs around her waist and she wraps her arms around you tightly. “Anything for you bug.” She uses one of her arms to boop your nose again. Loving how you always scrunch up your face. 

[yooglefics]

hii! its been a few days since i found u and i love ur writing and stories!! could i request a fic where yoongi and (possibly) female reader have a fight over jealousy (its either her or him or both even idk) and its a little angsty idk but then they make up and its all fluffy 🤓🤓 thank u in advance luv

Hellooo. Thank you so much for your kind words and for requesting this! I really enjoyed writing this pair and some angst, I did a hint of both being jealousy, but is mostly him haha. Sorry it took me a while to finally post it, but I wanted it to be good, and I hope you like it!

Jealous, jealousy

Pairing: Min Yoongi x fem!reader  Wordcount: 2,467 words Genre: AU. Established relationship. Angst and comfort / fluff.  Summary: Jealousy has never been a problem in your relationship, not until a comment can't leave Yoongi's mind and interactions at your office’s party just make it worse. Content warnings under read more.

Includes: Jealous Yoongi. People thinking there's something between Jin and Reader… even Yoongi. Miscommunication. They argue. And then they're cute.

It all starts with the perilla leave question between Yoongi's friends one night out and a few rounds of soju in. As a self-identified non-jealous person, his answer was that it didn't mean anything, and even told the story about how it happened a few days ago when your coworker joined you two for lunch.

Jungkook, the non-identified most jealous person of the group, had obviously called him stupid. Questioned him about that guy and told him to be careful. “If I were you, Yoongi, I'd keep my eye on him.”

Little rascal; didn't even bother to use honorifics with him anymore.

But the worst thing is that the idea is now on his head and not even Yoongi knows how bad it is about to get as he steps into your office party a few weeks later. Now having the opportunity to see his girlfriend and her favorite coworker interact more in a familiar environment.

Even the ones who don't know Yoongi a lot, know he can be pretty reserved around new people, that's why you continue to make your polite round of interactions after saying hi and leaving him at a table with a whiskey and snacks. Promising to come back as soon as possible.

He looks at you across the room, all professional and sweet, the queen of small talk and polite smiles, and one forms on his own lips without realizing. Only doing so when it's erased as someone greets him, sitting down beside him and he tries to follow your steps at looking, at least, a bit cordial. 

“I don't think I've seen you before. Are you here with ( y / n ) or Seokjin?”

“Yes, with ( y / n ).”

“Really?” She sounds genuinely surprised, “I didn't know she was inviting someone.” 

“Well, I like supporting her, don't really need the invitation” he chuckles a bit awkwardly, “I'm her boyfriend.”

“Oh, so she is dating someone?” Again, the surprise in her tone makes Yoongi believe is a true emotion, and that confuses him.

“For a few years now, yes.”

“And here I was thinking that those two were going to be the next office romance,” she says sounding disappointed before realizing, “oh my— not that it's bad they don't, just… they are both attractive and you know…”

«Is that supposed to make it better?», he wants to ask, but instead he laughs, trying to dismiss everything as her hand lays on his forearm that is resting on the table, trying to reassure him as she goes on about him being handsome too and whatnot.

He stopped listening now. Because after that interaction, one hour seems long enough when half of that you have spent besides that guy, and Jungkook's words keep growing in his head as if he were watering them with the sweet alcohol. The one he has to switch hands to sip from now, because your coworker keeps the other prisoner of her hand. 

Not even the excuse ( that is actually not really an excuse because he needs it ) to get a refill works and she only stops rambling his ear off when someone arrives at the place and she finally leaves the table to greet them.

“I saw you made a friend,” your sweet smile is almost enough to make him forget his thoughts when he is joined by you at the bar while ordering another whiskey.

“Well, figure I should while you had fun with yours.” he shrugs in an effort to dismiss negative feelings.

“Wait, did you actually make friends with her?” is your turn to sound surprised, corners of your mouth falling a little.

“Is a problem if I did?”

“I… I mean, I was joking but I don't like her very much. You can make friends with other people, though.”

“Ah, thanks for the clear up.” He walks back to the table to sit down, and even he can acknowledge it was a weird response, so, your next question doesn’t shock him.

“Are you okay?”

“What if I made friends with your best friend, what's his name?” he asks instead. Comments from others blurring his psyche, making him act without much thinking.

“Jin?”

“Is that his name? She called him Seokjin”

“Well, Seokjin, Jin for short. What's the big deal?”

“Nothing. Just… that's what she said when she asked who I was here with,” he explains before taking a sip.

“Of course she asked you that,” and eye roll accompanies your words. 

“Yeah, because apparently you didn't say you invited your boyfriend.” but he thinks there is more important matters than you not liking your coworker. “As a matter of fact she didn't know you had a boyfriend.”

“Because is none of her business. She doesn't need to know about my relationship.”

“She does when she is talking about you and Seokjin having a romance.”

“What?!”

“Sorry. You and Jin.”

“Shut up, you know that's not what I meant. Can't believe she said that.” You steal a sip from his whiskey before continuing, “No actually, I can.”

He buffs. “You can?”

“Yeah, I told you, she is… not likable.”

“Just that? Not because it would be believable for you two to be together?” He asks, his annoyance clearer as seconds go by.

“Jin and I? Please, that's ridiculous.”

“Okay.”

“Why? Are you jealous?” You inquire, playfully. As if it would be impossible to be true.

“Yes.”

“Wait. Really?! But you have never been jealous.”

“Maybe I am now.” 

“Because of Jin?” you’re confused at how serious he is being, but before you can question more about it, you’re interrupted by said guy.

“Oh, I was summoned. Hi.” he greets your partner, so casually since he doesn’t realize Yoongi is mad with him too. “Can you come back? I don't want to interact with those people alone.”

You look at your co-worker and friend for a few seconds, and then to your boyfriend, trying to understand what is happening and if he is actually jealous. Him, Min Yoongi, the less jealous person you’ve ever met.

“Go, have fun.” Your boyfriend encourages you, managing a smile that only confuses you more because is clear to you that it’s not genuine.

What the hell is happening?

You’re surrounded with interactions the rest of the night, from your co-workers to their partners, people seem interested in Jin and you, after all, it’s the first big party since the both of you joined the company. Even when you go back to sit with Yoongi people get close to make conversation, one person actually asks about wedding planing and tells you she can get you in contact with someone. You know she means well so, with your best smile, you thank her and change the subject.

You hate those conversations. 

Having spent your childhood between your parents’ fights because «staying together for their kids» was a priority, when in reality it only made it worse for everyone involved, you grew up hating the idea of getting married. You understand it is for love, but you don't need a paper or a big party to announce that you love Yoongi. You don't need a ring on your finger to promise you'll do it forever. You don't need him to propose, let alone ask your parents permission to do so. 

Is your life, your decisions. The only opinion that matters other than yours is Yoongi's and he has always understood, never pressured you. He is the love of your life, after all.

In the car on the way home, the silence is filled with music from the stereo and you try to take Yoongi’s hand on the gear lever as always, but only a couple of seconds pass before he pulls away, both hands on the wheel now. 

Trying to figure out if it was on purpose, you ask, “What are you thinking about?” 

“You spend a lot of time with him,” he says without a beat.

“You told me to go.”

“I mean in general.”

“We work together, can't really do much about that.”

“You weren't working tonight and still it was like you were joined at the hip.” he hasn’t looked at you and you can’t decide if it hurts or bothers you more.

“Again, you told me to go at the end,” you argue. “ If you wanted me to stay with you, you could have said so.”

“Now I have to ask you to spend time with me?”

“Well, I can’t read your mind, honey.” you poke his cheek, softly. An attempt to lighten the mood a little.

“That’s not the point.” His tone is just as serious. And then you know that, whatever this is, it’s deeper than you thought.

“What is it then?” you genuinely ask, annoyance starting to build up inside you, but trying to stay calm. Surely he can tell, you think. “You’re clearly upset, but why?”

“Shouldn't I be? When my girlfriend keeps hanging out with this good-looking dude and everyone thinks they could be a thing?” 

“Really?” How can he even entertain those thoughts? You with another man? Doesn’t he hear how ridiculous it sounds? “Shouldn't I be upset because you let her touch your arm for like five minutes straight?”

“She was trying to console me.”

“Yeah, that actually makes it worse, Yoongi.” 

“Yoongi?” 

“That's your name.” He finally looks your way, but you’re looking at the road ahead of you and he can’t tell it is just in order to calm down.

“Wait. Why are you turning things on me?”

“Because you're being irrational and I'm not having this conversation.”

Once again the music is the only sound filling the air, and you opt for folding your arms in front of your chest to stop you from reaching for his hand again.

Now both of you are mad. Great. 

Arriving home, he still gets out of the car first to open the door for you, and it helps soften the heartache a little. But still, the night repeats in your head, trying to understand what happened. 

Why suddenly spending time with Jin is a problem? Why is Yoongi so jealous about it? And why—

“You let her touch you after she said Jin and I had a thing?” you ask as both of you are finally in the bedroom, getting ready to end the night. 

“Thought we weren't having this conversation.”

“No. This one is different. This one is about you potentially doing things because you were upset with me.”

“That would be stupid.” He stops his movements, shirt unbuttoned just halfway through. “Why would I do that?”

“I don't know, you aren't exactly acting like yourself tonight.”

“Because I'm jealous?”

“Because we are fighting about you being jealous.” And trying to calm down once again, you continue taking your dress off, struggling with the zipper but too proud to ask him for help right now.

“Okay, let's not fight, then.” He sits down on his side of the bed. “Just answer this question: do you like him?” 

“Yoongi—” 

“Just answer. Please.” when you finally turn to him, the look on his face is different from what you expected. He doesn't seem angry, but hurt. Like your answer could break him.

“Of course not. Not like that.” You emphasize. Giving up on your clothes and kneeling in front of him, taking a breath before continuing. “You know we started at the same time and he is always nice and fun, I think he is my only friend at work because everyone else keeps asking me when I'm going to get married and leave. Like your friend.”

“What?”

“The lady you were talking to. Is always asking personal questions and I don't like it. Not because I don't like talking about you, I love you and I talk with Jin about you all the time, but is just…”

“Not her business. And you don't have to explain yourself to others.” he completes. Yoongi is the first to always remind you that after all.

“Exactly.” 

“Sorry.” he is quick to say, feeling like an asshole now, a hand running through his hair, messing it up, “I really don’t know what is up with me tonight, I’m sorry.”

“Were you actually jealous of Jin?” the disbelief in your voice is funny now, and he nods with a chuckle. “That’s surprising coming from you.”

“I know. Is dumb.”

“Hey, don’t say that,” you move closer to him, hands on his shoulders to make him look at you, “your feelings are not dumb, Yoongi.”

“Can you stop calling me by my name tonight?”

“Sorry,” both of you laugh softly, “but I mean it. Even if it’s irrational to be jealous of anyone because I love you so very much and wouldn’t even dream to be with someone else; your feelings are important, honey. Just… you know, we have to work on a better way of expressing them.”

He chuckles again, still feeling bad about it all but appreciating the reassurance. “I will, promise. I just never felt like this before, is… weird.”

Yoongi has always thought jealousy is stupid. He understands feeling insecure and all that, but acting like he did tonight has always been something he didn’t understand. Something he judged. He thought it was about bad communication, distrusting your partner, and things like that. And, if you don’t trust the person you love, does it make sense to be together? But maybe is not as simple as that.

He didn't care if you had your own friends and went out with them, like some of the people he knows do. He has his own opinion on marriage and engagement rings. But maybe he cares in other ways. Maybe he cares about people thinking you're with someone else because that's probably his biggest fear.

“I don’t like jealousy.” he speaks again, bringing his arms around your waist, hugging you close and resting his head against your torso.

“Good, that means you are not toxic.” A pause while your hand combs through his hair, putting black strains back in place, “and now you know how I feel when people hit on you.”

“People don’t do that.” 

“They do,” he looks up at you, but before he can argue anything, you cup his face and bend a little to peck his lips, softly. “I’m sorry for leaving you alone with her and without a warning.”

“I tried to get away but she wouldn't let go of my arm and I didn't want to be rude.” 

His bottom lip sticks out in a small pout and you kiss it away, “Yoonie, sometimes you’re too nice for your own good.”

“Maybe I should be just nice to you.”

“You're too nice for that,” he rolls his eyes, making you laugh even more, “that's why I love you.”

“I love you more, baby.”

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reading the wips of your fic made me imagine a scenario where sonic goes to the future to visit silver except something happens and he ends up a few years further, enter a slightly older and taller silver whose chest fur is directly in sonic's face

This idea is so cute that I HAD to write it into a fanfic🍀🍀

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Something off hangs in the air as Sonic hops out of the portal that has brought him to the future, even if things look quite similar to how they usually do.

But not entirely. Because Sonic is certain the trees of the forest near Silver’s hideout are a bit thicker and taller than how he remembers them, and the bushes wilder and more grandiose. It elicits a curious hum from the speedster, though the path that sprawls close to where Silver lives is as walkable as always. Drawing a deep breath Sonic cups his hands to his mouth, for this is always the fun part. “Silver!” he cries out, voice echoing through the foliage. “Surprise!”

“Sonic!” a delighted voice resounds from somewhere to the side, deeper in the forest.

A smile blossoms on Sonic’s face. Nothing to worry about: Silver’s still here and doing just fine, considering how happy he sounds. “Long time no see⁓” the speedster adds, turning around as the familiar buzz of psychokinesis becomes increasingly more noticeable-

Before it falls silent, and Silver, halfway through racing out from beyond the trees, freezes with half-opened arms. “…What the-?” the other breathes, staring one second, two, three, before dropping himself gracefully to the forest floor.

Sonic stands similarly surprised, rearing up his head. He has to: where usually his and Silver’s noses are at the exact same height and thus their eyes are too, right now Silver’s nose is… approximately as high up as Sonic’s forehead?

Sonic's face meanwhile is about as high as Silver's very fluffy chest fur. Far more fluffy than he remembers it. And he doesn't remember Silver being this lanky, either. “Silver, did you hit a growth spurt?” the speedster inquires, rearing himself up on his tiptoes to get a better view.

High above his head still, a grey eyebrow gets raised playfully. “Seems to me like you shrunk,” Silver teases back, and Sonic chuckles and waves his arms about all goofily as psychokinesis picks him up under his armpits and hoists him into the air. Finally his eyes meet Silver’s; his feet have to bungle a good few inches above the ground to make that possible. But it gives Sonic ample possibility to study his friend all over… Silver’s face looks a lot more fluffy too, the speedster can finally see, and his quills have gotten even more volume to them. Strange.

Speaking of, Silver as a whole is looking quite a bit older. More broad-shouldered, and that mane of his definitely has gotten endlessly more downy and large… “Say,” Sonic pipes up as he gets regarded most curiously in turn, “weird question, maybe, but how old are you?”

“Twenty,” the frank response comes. “But you are not twenty-one.”

“I’m fifteen- Ooooooh.” Sonic’s ears perk up as the realisation strikes. Thicker trees, broader bushes, and Silver being taller? “I think I must have messed up the time I was going to visit,” the speedster explains amusedly. “The plan was to visit you… well, six years ago instead, heh.”

That makes Silver laugh, and Sonic as well. “It’s okay. Time-travelling can be finicky,” the psychic assures him, Sonic gently put on the ground again. That gets followed by some mischievous pats on his head of all things, Silver’s fingers rubbing and tussling the fur there.

“Hey!!” Sonic protests, scrunching up his face and shaking his head with a chuckle. “Why so affectionate?”

“Because you are adorably small,” Silver grins. “I’d forgotten about that.”

Playfully Sonic headbutts the hand caressing him. “Don’t forget in my era you’re still smaller than me… if you take off your shoes. But have I hit a growth spurt as well now that I’m fresh in my twenties?”

“Asking the important questions, are you?” Teasingly Silver’s fingers smooth out the fur they’ve ruffled, the other shaking his head with a laugh. “You have, no worries. We’re pretty equal length still- Oh, but we did outgrow Shadow.”

With a grand dramatic gesture Sonic pulls a pose. “Oh heck yes. Oh, that’s all I ever wanted.”

The look Silver sends him is one overflowing with fondness and warmth.

“Speaking of, I should probably send you to the correct era,” the psychic smiles, hand pulling away. “I’m sure my past self will be waiting for you to drop in.”

“Heh. You came racing at me very eagerly too,” Sonic recalls. Far more eagerly than the Silver he knows, actually. Yes, that Silver is always happy to see him as well, but not happy to the point it appears that he wants to wrap Sonic in a hug. But Silver’s arms had been opened in precisely that way…

This Silver pouts. “I wanted to give you nuzzles, but then I found out you’re basically two feet smaller than I thought. That was a bit of a surprise.”

“It’s not that bad,” Sonic huffs. “It’s a handful of inches at most.”

“From my perspective, it is that bad,” Silver grins. And, well, considering Sonic is markedly smaller than Silver is now, he can’t say much about that. He can pull a pouty look back, which earns him another of those looks that make a gentleness blossom in his whole body. “To get you back: I’ve got two Emeralds on me. I can send you to where you need to go no problem,” his pal adds.

“I’m sure a master time traveller like you can ensure I don’t mess up again,” Sonic teases.

A chuckle is the response, two glowing Emeralds materialising right around Silver. “I’d feel terrible if I let something happen to you, so yes. Speaking of, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you… all of you,” the other remarks, more pensively folding an arm around his torso to hoist up his other and curl his fingers underneath his chin. Not quite unlike how Sonic thinks sometimes, actually. “Maybe you appearing here is a sign I should go to the past again. I’ve missed you guys.”

“Awww, Silver. I’m sure we in this era are missing you too.” Although, maybe a Silver in a different time is missing Sonic right now, and that means it’s time to say goodbye. “I gotta go leave, though. But it’s been great meeting you!” the speedster adds, shooting Silver his trademark smile.

 “Yes, it has! I didn’t think I’d ever meet a younger you. Reminds me of the good old days,” Silver agrees, ears giving a playful wriggle.

Sonic wants to say that those Good Old Days are only six years ago, and Silver’s still way too young to be feeling so nostalgic.

What he instead brings out is a little hum of curiosity as Silver steps forward...

And then silence as his face gets entirely swallowed up by Silver’s fluffy, downy, soft, silky, cloud-like mane.

Strong arms wrap around Sonic, pulling him close. “You’re still just you. In this era and in our past. I find it really comforting,” Silver remarks, from where Sonic leans against him as frozen as a flustered popsicle.

“Uh. Um! That is great,” are the words Sonic manages to form, from where his cheeks are burning so much he doesn’t understand why Silver’s chest isn’t getting scorched by their heat. The Silver he knows isn’t all that touchy-feely…!

But now that he thinks about it, it’s definitely become more over the months they’ve been hanging out together. It’s not unfamiliar for the psychic to flop beside someone or dole out headbutts and nuzzles with little purrs, when he’s feeling happy. Perhaps this Silver has just evolved further in that regard…?

Sonic awkwardly clears his throat, peeking up from amidst floofy endlessness to shoot Silver a smile. “You’re really the same as well. Except a lot more cuddly,” he brings up, which earns him a laugh. Slowly, ever so hesitantly, the speedster wraps his arms around Silver as well, a few deep breaths enough to relax him again. “And your mane got a lot bigger too.”

“You love it when you’re older,” Silver purrs. The rumbles in his chest make Sonic sigh in relaxation, leaning a bit closer into the warmth. Though, that is a bit of a strange statement from Silver, perhaps… but who is Sonic to declare what he’ll be like when he’s older? Silver knows it, whereas Sonic has yet to go through it.

Alas, eventually also the fluffiest hugs have to come to an end, and Sonic gets released once more. “Here you go,” Silver tells him, one Emerald floating into reach. Sonic grabs it and Silver the other, and with a dual cry of “Chaos Control!”, a swirling blue portal has appeared in seconds.

“My ride to your past self,” Sonic decrees… before chuckling as Silver’s Emerald gets enshrouded in cyan once more and it begins floating, the other’s hand held out.

“It was great meeting you again, Sonic,” the psychic smiles, and Sonic’s own Emerald takes to the air too, so he can freely curl his fingers around Silver’s. With a warm nod he shakes it, a formality Espio taught Silver once and that has clearly stuck-

It’s only then that Sonic’s attention gets caught by a glimmer on Silver’s finger.

Gold.

A ring.

Silver’s eyes follow Sonic’s staring, something incorrigibly cheeky forming on his face as Sonic peeks up at him questioningly. “You’ll find out when the moment is there,” is all the psychic says on the matter.

“…Heh.” Ears perking up Sonic stifles a snort; his mysterious time-travelling pal holds many secrets, it seems. He should thus probably leave before Silver jabbers them all out without even realising. “Congratulations all the same.”

“Thank you,” Silver winks. “Now, off with you. We’ve both got places to be. Say hi to my past self for me, and my apologies for how he’ll react to that.”

“Will do,” Sonic nods back, because only Silver could talk so callously about time-travelling and relaying things to past selves and stuff. With a wave he turns around, leaping into the portal with a final cry of goodbye.

The last thing he sees before blue and white swallows his vision are those golden eyes, looking at him with that endless affection.

A bit later in six years earlier, after explaining his experiences to a very incredulous, less tall, and less fluffy-maned Silver, Sonic realises that same affection had been carried in his younger friend’s gaze as well as he arrived. How intriguing, the speedster muses, and he can’t wait to figure out just what the future will hold.

[lxdymoon0357]

Hey, first of all, you're an absolute gift for single handedly fighting the fanfic drought in the villainess reverses the hourglass fandom. I read all your fics about it and I'm not even a Lohan fan lol. I was hoping to request Karin (platonically) with a reader who's her stepdaughter like mielle but they actually have a good relationship. Before Karin's wedding, her and reader have a conversation and reader tells Karin that when she thinks of a mother, she thinks of her and it's a cute found family moment. And it's my first time requesting so if it's too vague or too detailed or anything please lmk!

(Oh m god, thank you so much!! This made my entire week, for a thank you, take this post extra early and extra nice. I worked hard. See? This is what you guys can get if you give me compliments, yes i'm an attention whore. No, I do not care.|| found family troupe? You're Mielle's sister too. Fem! Reader. ALSO FIRST POST OF 2025)

© Writing belongs to me, Lxdymoon0357. Do not plagiarize, but reblogging, liking and commenting is deeply appreciated.

Mum's bonus princess

Carin would be running around usually, doing something with Aria or something. But right now, she was being fitted for her wedding dress, so she was busy to do anything. Admiring the way the lace was being fitted, Carin wouldn't mind saying she was highly privileged to somehow get here and give her darling daughter Aria this sort of life.

But her mind did stray to her current husband's three children he had with his previous wife; Cain, the eldest son, Mielle, the daughter who was sort of stand-offish to her but still civil and bubbly, and finally you, Y/N..Possibly the favourite of your entire family, adored by your brother, Mielle, maids and your father.

She hoped you wouldn't be offended by Aria and her coming to your house. She knew the ideas of nobles had about commoners, especially ones like her who seemed prettier than most; you're either heavily blessed by gods and somehow luckier in life, or you're unluckier than most..

For someone like her, who has a child, it was the latter for her. Most people would simply blame her for being involved with a man, as if she was a seductress with her figure and beauty.

But Carin worked hard to give her daughter the life she wanted, and she hoped she could enjoy this life and her stepchildren would be civil with her.

Finally being done, Carin was walking out to the garden when she saw you giggling gently in Mielle's arms at the table with your father and brother, Mielle softly blowing raspberries on your cheek as you giggled, your hands dug into her straight and soft blonde hair and her fluffy collar-ed dress, while Aria watched from aside, as your eyes glanced at Carin before they were again brought back by Mielle on her face.

She immediately felt saddened, hoping maybe this situation might fix as she walked to Aria, patting her back, who kept watching Mielle play with you on her lap and in her arms.

"Why don't you play with them?" Carin gently asked, as you let out a particularly loud laugh as Mielle giggled, holding you close to her, as Aria looked down, "..Mielle doesn't want me near Y/N.." she said huffing as Carin sighed, her eyes falling on her husband.

Her husband looked at her, as she motioned with her eyes to make his children include her girl to as he shrugged, "Mielle, why don't you and Aria talk? You're two the same age and who knows you might find something in common?", he said as Miellee turne to Aria, resisting the urge to roll her eyes as your brother took you in his arms as you giggled, patting Cain's face, as you turned to your father with a giggle and the new mum.

Mielle moved beside to sit with Aria, of-course very standoff-ish and unapproachable but Carin motioned for Aria to try to make conversation and they got a bit dry conversation going which did make Carin smile as she sat down at the table, her eyes turning to you giggling and playing in your brother's lap as your brother and father watched you lovingly.

She got to know everyone, except you, but it was simple to say Carin was nervous. You were the literal baby of the family and possibly everything ran around your finger, she did not even get to talk to in public like this due to her own nervousness.

If you did not like her, you could end this entire marriage within seconds, so hopefully she begged that Mielle wasn't feeding you ideas that she was trying to replace your mum.

Of-course you slid out of your father's lap and waddled back to Mielle, you adored her more than anything, being so young..you had Mielle around your fingers too, Mielle only smiled, picking you up and placing you on her lap as she continued to converse with Aria about fashion trends going on in social circles.

"And baroness Herovi-"Hovii" you copied Mielle as she giggled, "Oh? You want to join elder girls now, do you?" she gently kissed your cheek as you squealed in happiness, pulling gently on her hair as Emma smiled, gently patting your back as you kissed Mielle's cheek, making her smile, Aria stood aside, smiling a bit outcasted, but happy at your cuteness as well.

"Ri'.." you softly giggled, turning to Aria and catching her eyes, her hair was wavy, bouncy, not like Mielle's and you wanted to touch it as Emma held you back, making you pout and whine to remove your grip and touch Aria's hair.

but Emma kept a tight hold, she'd rather die than let her late lady' darling child interact with a commoner..

But seeing your distress, Mielle sighed, you were stubborn, no idea who you got it from, and she loved you..she promised herself and her mother to support you in whatever you wanted and supposedly, right not, you wanted to touch Aria's hair, so she swatted and removed Emma's hand from your tin, chubby wrist,

"Let them be, Emma" Mielle said, almost upset as Emma surprisingly stepped back as Aria gently waved to you as you reached out to her, Mielle didn't want to hand you over.

She loved keeping you on her lap, but as she turned, she saw her father motioning for her to let you bond with your stepsister..So she sighed,

"Keep your hands steady on my sibling, better not drop them"

Mielle hissed to Aria, who nodded nervously and held out her hands as you giggle and stayed in her arms, almost her size since Aria was such a small girl, despite being Mielle's age.

You gently dug your hand into Aria's hair and giggle, holding it up as if to show it to Mielle, who had arms crossed but nodded with a smile, "Yes..her hair is blonde, like mine" she smiled, gently rubbing your back while you were in Aria's arms.

Carin smiled, atleast Ari was being included, that's all that mattered to her. You spent a while in Aria's arms, babbling about everything and anything, which made no sense.

You were talkative, Carin and Aria learned.. After a while, Mielle again took you back into her arms, since that was more than enough for Aria's first time with you, as you giggle, holding onto Mielle's lacy collar as she gave you biscuits and broke them smaller for you to grab easily and not choke,

"Chew gently, okay?" she said, lovingly as she gave you a piece in your tiny fist.

The day spent, hour and Mielle, Aria and Cian had to leave for some lessons, leaving you giggling on you father's lap, as Carin watched with a smile,

as you gently turned to her, finally spotting her in awhile. You thought she was a bit scary, like evil stepmum from Cinderella but she got your gifts sometimes and Mielle liked her, so you were scared..but accepting her, somewhat.

You kept eyeing her, looking at her. She was so pretty, but was she nice?? Like Mielle or Cain or your father? Will she make you work in rags for Aria???

You couldn't tell, but you unconsciously reached to her, making your father and Carin freeze up in slight surprise before your father motioned Carin to take you, a bit upset she was leaving you waiting.

Carin immediately took you closer, holding you on her lap like she used to for Aria, your hands fiddling with her fan as you held onto the purple lace of her dress, while Carin smiled,

"So..Are you ready for your new mum yet?" your father asked as you turned to him and your cheeks formed a pout,

"No! I won't wash dishes in rag clothes!", "...What?"

you huffed, turning your head and flopping backwards causing Carin to hold you, why do children act like jelly when annoyed?!

"...Sweetheart, again..What did you say?" your father asked as Carin sat there, exasperated, already catching up to what you meant, "I won't be washing dishes and clothes in rag clothes with evil stepmum like Cinderella!" you huffed, crossing your arms.

Your father almost laugh but only chuckled and gently rubbed your back,

"no, it's okay. Your new mum will not make you work in rag clothes. She's just a new mum",

"like shopping bags?", "No-", "like dolls?!" you asked excitedly.

That made Carin hide her face behind her fan while your father awkwardly apologized to Carin, who brushed it off with a 'it's okay'.

"No, a mum", "muma?" you asked turning to Carin who gently pulled her fan down and nodded, "yes. I'll be a new mum and I won't be evil, promise" she assured you, making you uncross your arms and tilt your head.

"So...No cinders for me? No Cindered.....no CinderY/N?" you asked curiously making her smile and shake her head, "you don't have to be covered in cinders." she assured, as you giggled,

"Okay..New mum is amazing!!" you said excitedly, "Alright, time to sleep" your father said as Carin hugged you one last time because you wanted it and ran off to your father where your father took you away to put to bed.

Atleast Carin wasn't dying to call you CinderY/N or make you clean in rags..Mielle wouldn't ever allow it, but a bonus princess was nice. Especially if she was like you, preferably you.

[suzukiblu]

Day nineteen of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

. . . huh, Tim thinks as he watches Kon rub his thumb over the goat's soft and fluffy fur, suddenly reminded of the cashmere. Okay, maybe his hypothesis about Kon's possible appreciation for nice textures is actually a thing, then. Noted and taken into evidence. 

“It's . . . cute,” Kon says, ducking his head a little and still slowly rubbing his thumb back and forth across the goat's fur as he looks down at it again, his face still all red. Tim makes a mental note about maximizing the amount of nice textures in Kon's life. He is gonna buy him sheets with a very high thread count, just to start. “Um–thanks, man.” 

“You're welcome,” Tim says as he has the incredibly weird thought that Kon has probably never actually owned an actual toy before. Like, maybe video games and things like that? He’s pretty sure he's heard Kon mention a few video games he likes before, now that he's thinking about it, but in retrospect he doesn't know if he even owns a console of his own or just played them with someone else at some point or . . . who knows, really? 

Like, Tim didn't decide to buy him a toy because of that, obviously, he really was just thinking of the idea as a cute little hopefully-the-right-kind-of-flirty reminder of how they “met”, but . . . 

It's a weird thought, is all.

. . . also, additional mental note, he should make sure to buy Kon a console if he doesn't already have one. And maybe a handheld system too, and obviously whatever games he wants for both. Maybe a couple spare controllers in case he wants to have anyone over, Tim has no idea, but better safe than sorry. 

“Let’s pay,” he says, redistributing the shopping bags between both hands again and then nodding towards the register. “Do you like video games?” 

“Sure,” Kon says, glancing sidelong at him again as they head for the counter. He’s doing that a lot, it feels like, though Tim isn’t sure why yet. Just intel to absorb, for right now. “Who doesn’t like video games?” 

“Do you have any?” Tim asks, and Kon looks–embarrassed, almost? Weirdly? 

“I can’t exactly have you over to play, man. No offense, it’s like a security clearance thing with the lab,” he says, which is not where Tim was going with that at all and is sort of . . . flustering, actually. Like, to hear, he means. He’s trying to buy things for Kon, not invite himself over to, like . . . pester him for attention or whatever. 

“Yeah, you'd be kind of hard to explain to my dad,” he agrees, putting on a wry expression. Kon's mouth tightens for a second, for some reason, and then he smiles awkwardly in his direction, not quite meeting his eyes. Tim represses a frown, wondering what that’s about. 

“Usually am, yeah,” Kon says. 

“Well, once we get you a place of your own, that’ll solve that problem,” Tim says reasonably as they wait in line together, though obviously he doesn’t really expect Kon to have him over or–

“You’d actually wanna come over if I had my own place?” Kon asks hesitantly. “Like–to hang out or whatever?” 

. . . Tim wonders who exactly ground all of Kon’s usually-boundless confidence into the dirt, because he’d just like to have a word with them. Or shove a doomsday weapon up their ass; whichever’s more convenient at the time. Considering how Kon usually acts, Tim doesn’t even want to think about how shitty someone had to be to get a reaction like that out of him. 

“I would,” he says. “We could order in and play something, maybe.” 

“I don’t actually have a console or anything. Shit, I don’t even have a TV,” Kon admits. “Which is not a request, for the record, just a statement.” 

“Okay,” Tim says, which as a response is something he’s just gonna let Kon interpret however he likes. He could just have a TV and console delivered to Cadmus for him, probably. Although he doesn’t actually know how big Kon’s room is, so in retrospect maybe that’ll be something to buy once they get to the stage where Kon’s picking out furniture for his new apartment/house/cul-de-sac. Easier to size and scale correctly that way, Tim figures. 

God, how big is Kon’s room? Is it just a room? Like a dorm or something? Is it at least actual normal bedroom-sized? 

. . . he really, really hopes it’s not a barracks situation. 

“I mean it,” Kon says as Tim pays for the goat and they leave the store. “Like, this was really cool of you, but you’ve definitely done enough. I didn’t do anything that special, you know?” 

“I feel like I’m the one who gets to value your effort in saving my life,” Tim says. “Like, monetarily and all. As a whole fiscal thing.” 

“It really wasn’t a big deal, though,” Kon insists. “Like, I didn’t risk my neck or anything. It wasn't even hard.” 

“You put in the time to learn how to do that with your TTK to begin with, even from halfway across the gallery floor,” Tim says. “Just because it was easy to do then doesn’t mean it was easy to learn to begin with. I think it’s really impressive that you even figured out you could do that to begin with.” 

“I mean–well, yeah, I guess,” Kon says, ducking his head as his face flushes again. “I just . . . like, it took a while to figure out how to do it right, definitely. So I wouldn’t say impressive.” 

“If you’re trying to be modest, maybe don’t lead with ‘I worked really hard on improving myself and it worked really well’,” Tim says, flashing him a wry little smile. Kon turns even redder, then grins sheepishly at him. 

“Look, TTK is badass, but it’s way less impressive than punching a giant asteroid into gravel,” he says. “Or superspeeding through all the bad guys in a microsecond.” 

“Why?” Tim asks, tilting his head. “Lots of people can punch an asteroid in half. You could break it down into its component parts and also make sure none of said parts escaped into the atmosphere or crashed any satellites. And you don’t need superspeed when you can keep the bad guys from even moving to begin with, right?” 

“Huh?” Kon says, looking–startled, a little. Tim’s been doing his research, but also just thinking–plus he's pretty sure that talking up TTK as a power is just about the best possible way to get Kon to be into Tim Drake for as long as possible, so . . . 

“I’m just saying, you seem really versatile. Like, you’re obviously not just a bruiser,” he says reasonably, though the more time he's spent trying to think about TTK lately, the more aware he's become that Kon tries very hard to be one whenever possible. Like–much more often than he actually should, in fact. “Your powers are really flexible, from what I’ve noticed. You can be a scalpel and a hammer. Possibly simultaneously, depending on your multitasking skills, I don’t really know how that works.” 

“Oh,” Kon says, the startled expression turning flustered even as he grins a little helplessly and ducks his head, twisting the handles of the shopping bag the clerk put the goat in around his fingers. “Uh, I mean, it depends, but . . . kinda, I guess.” 

Okay, well–he looks a little less boisterous and smug than Tim would've expected him to get over direct compliments to his TTK, honestly, but he does still seem flattered. Tim had just been prepared for annoying bragging and overblown pride as a reaction, not that helpless little grin Kon's currently trying to hide. So that's . . . weird, yeah. Huh. 

“Well, I think it's impressive,” he informs him with an easy shrug, and watches maybe a little bit too curiously as Kon's grin widens and he ducks his head lower. He looks so–not proud or arrogant, still, but pleased. 

It's definitely weird. 

Tim can't pretend there isn't an equally weird part of him that thinks it's cute, though. It's a little strange being the one hyping up the exact same superpower Kon's usually incapable of shutting up about while he tries to downplay it, but he guesses it's not that different from being the one carrying most of the bags right now. Just a little bit of a temporary role reversal while Kon's wearing a soft cashmere sweater instead of his usual heavy leather jacket and Tim's not wearing a mask. 

Well–at least not a domino, anyway. It gets a little more complicated going with the metaphorical definition, obviously. 

“I'm still buying you lunch whatever you say,” he says. “And a bigger wardrobe. You can't always show up in your superhero gear, somebody's gonna notice you eventually.” 

“Geez, man, how many times are you planning to see me in civvies?” Kon says, and if his accompanying laugh didn't sound a little forced, Tim would assume Kon was saying he was going to be bored of him before that was a concern. That laugh makes it sound more like Kon thinks it’s likelier that Tim is going to get bored of him, though. 

No, Tim is pretty sure that's wishful thinking on his part. It's too tempting to attribute evidence like that to mean something he'd like it to mean, is all. 

“I don't know,” he says, giving Kon a smile. “How many times are you planning to let me?” 

Kon stares at him for a moment, turns red, and then laughs self-consciously and looks away. 

His flirting standards are still extremely low, yeah. Thank god, because Tim absolutely sucks at this.